In my long history with Venice, it had never rained while I had been there – not a drop. When it did rain, I would always miss it. My train would pull into Santa Lucia to find only the faintest trace of rain; puddles and high waters. The damp marine air would greet me, and I would chase reflections, like a child holding onto something that did not exist.
If you are a Venice-lover like me, "Gondola" is waiting for you in my art shop on fine-art paper, metal, canvas, acrylic or wood.
From my heart to yours!
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