The way that I remember





Venice means so many things to so many people.

The Venice I remember is not the picture postcard scene that the tourists take home.



When I think of Venice, I think of wet, winter mornings – and getting up early. Even on the coldest winter days, Venice’s tiny streets are full of crowds by mid morning.



As a school girl I used to get up very early every other weekend or so and drift around the streets of Venice. They were always quiet and almost empty. I felt like the town belonged to me.



I went for early morning strolls less frequently in the summer months. It doesn’t matter how early you get up in the summer: the streets are always crowded!

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The way that I remember

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