Venice in March was a dark, cold, foreboding, beautiful labrynth of mystery, discovery and calm. I can’t believe how much I still miss it’s canals. I also can’t imagine this tiny piece of earth being…
Venice in March was a dark, cold, foreboding, beautiful labrynth of mystery, discovery and calm. I can’t believe how much I still miss it’s canals. I also can’t imagine this tiny piece of earth being…