| The Iron Catastrophe ( @ 2002-11-12 20:48:00 |
Time to go bye bye
It rained today, beautifully, the first rain since I arrived. I was crossing over the Ponte Accademia when the clouds on the horizon suddenly broke and the sun lit up the Grand Canal with the most beautiful golden light. The black rain cloud was still right over the bridge though - it made for a very pretty sight. Everything here fits. Even the ever-present anarchist grafitti works. The only thing that doesn't work is the lines of shifty Nigerians and thier blankets full of counterfeit designer bags. What is this, 3rd Avenue? I think there's more to write about, but I can't think of it right now what with Eminem blasting in my ears, so I'm going to eat pack and hopefully fall asleep to the last of the bells.
It rained today, beautifully, the first rain since I arrived. I was crossing over the Ponte Accademia when the clouds on the horizon suddenly broke and the sun lit up the Grand Canal with the most beautiful golden light. The black rain cloud was still right over the bridge though - it made for a very pretty sight. Everything here fits. Even the ever-present anarchist grafitti works. The only thing that doesn't work is the lines of shifty Nigerians and thier blankets full of counterfeit designer bags. What is this, 3rd Avenue? I think there's more to write about, but I can't think of it right now what with Eminem blasting in my ears, so I'm going to eat pack and hopefully fall asleep to the last of the bells.