Thursday, October 4, 2012
All That Glitters
I have spent quite a bit of time in Venice and what city is more romantic except Paris. Winter in Venice is like a Gothic novel with the damp mist clouding every twisting walkway and taking us back to a different time. The story? How often we are entranced by the glimmer of the surface that we forget to look beneath the obvious only to miss seeing what other alternative may befall us.