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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

My own private Venice

I was so tired that when I came back to my hotel around seven, I immediately changed into my pajamas and got into bed.

Then I opened the windows, ate a piece of pizza I'd bought at a bakery down the street, and watched evening life on the canal until it got dark.

Women coming home from work carrying grocery bags. Children playing tag. Teenagers flirting on the bridge. A man coming out of the apartments opposite and going for a run. A little girl watching from a window.

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