The Iron Catastrophe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} glamateur) wrote,@ 2002-11-10 15:16:00 |
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Still works.
I'm fine. I am in freakin love with this city. It is the zenith and the nadir of human civilization, surrounded by water, drowning in tourist money and pigeon crap. I have taken over 150mb of pics and have done nothing but walk around. It is impossible to take a bad picture here. My hotel has turned out to be wonderful - literally 20 steps from the nuttiness of Piazza San Marco. I am on the fourth floor and my window has a view of the basilica domes and the Campanile tower. On the 12's and 6's all the bells in the piazza (and all of Venice for that matter) go apeshit - it's a wonderful thing to wake to in the morning and listen to when retiring. The Italians are so HOT - and even the hordes of tourists, usually of great annoyance to me anywhere else, are an enjoyable part of it all . It's all just plain fun. But DAMN, my feet hurt.
I've been unbelieveably lucky with the weather - blue skies and crisp every day. Today was the most beautiful day ever. I went to the Peggy Guggenheim Collection and sat on the marble terrace on the Grand Canal and just watched it all go by. What history. I could totally picture Jackson Pollack sitting there, smoking a cigarette, kicking her shi-tzus away. (She had dozens - and she's buried with them - they're all listed on her grave stone!) The whole Dorosduro area is my favorite so far.
Most common quotes overheard: "I've lost my group!" and "What a view!" (tie) but my all time favorite so far is some British guy saying to his wife: "I've spent a thousand pounds this week already..."
Yesterday I was walking around the Accademia area when I crossed over this little bridge and I instantly recognized the exact place where Katharine Hepburn fell into the canal in the movie "Summertime." It's all exactly the same - the bridge, the antique shop, the steps she crawled up soaking wet. It was a moment in time.
I'm fine. I am in freakin love with this city. It is the zenith and the nadir of human civilization, surrounded by water, drowning in tourist money and pigeon crap. I have taken over 150mb of pics and have done nothing but walk around. It is impossible to take a bad picture here. My hotel has turned out to be wonderful - literally 20 steps from the nuttiness of Piazza San Marco. I am on the fourth floor and my window has a view of the basilica domes and the Campanile tower. On the 12's and 6's all the bells in the piazza (and all of Venice for that matter) go apeshit - it's a wonderful thing to wake to in the morning and listen to when retiring. The Italians are so HOT - and even the hordes of tourists, usually of great annoyance to me anywhere else, are an enjoyable part of it all . It's all just plain fun. But DAMN, my feet hurt.
I've been unbelieveably lucky with the weather - blue skies and crisp every day. Today was the most beautiful day ever. I went to the Peggy Guggenheim Collection and sat on the marble terrace on the Grand Canal and just watched it all go by. What history. I could totally picture Jackson Pollack sitting there, smoking a cigarette, kicking her shi-tzus away. (She had dozens - and she's buried with them - they're all listed on her grave stone!) The whole Dorosduro area is my favorite so far.
Most common quotes overheard: "I've lost my group!" and "What a view!" (tie) but my all time favorite so far is some British guy saying to his wife: "I've spent a thousand pounds this week already..."
Yesterday I was walking around the Accademia area when I crossed over this little bridge and I instantly recognized the exact place where Katharine Hepburn fell into the canal in the movie "Summertime." It's all exactly the same - the bridge, the antique shop, the steps she crawled up soaking wet. It was a moment in time.
