Travel by gondola: a centuries-old tradition that is in no way vital to the city's operations...but surely vital to its heart.
Venezia is a city composed of tiny islands. 120 of them, spanned by 400 bridges. Wooden or stone, humble or showy, everywhere bridges. Every time you cross a bridge you step onto a new island. Long ago, these borders determined micro-communities, islands like tribes. People didn't know their neighbors across the water. The communities were …
I am charmed by this sad, solid, nameless woman in the same color as the sea.
My quietly spontaneous trip to Èze would morph into a fun, frenzied journey to three different cities (one of them a country, if we're being specific). We would be climbing up a hill to a pink mansion, running to catch trains, eating gelato in Monaco, and falling asleep over a late dinner of pizza. I wouldn't get home until after midnight. But of course, I didn't know any of that yet.
The best thing about waking up in the morning–or returning to my petit chez moi at any time of day–is the view from my balcony: the brilliant bay outlined by mountains. I come from the part of Missouri that's just barely not-Kansas. Deprived of elevation for so long, any hint of it makes me giddy. Mountains comfort …
The point is, who is actually enriched by crossing items off a list? Travel isn't about changing pace at great speed. It's not about how many museum doors you manage to swing through.
It was one of those exhibits where you wonder if it's all just a big trick–a sort of Emperor's New Clothes exhibit, where you hope it's not some prank being filmed for Jimmy Kimmel. 'Watch these mindless losers think they're appreciating sophisticated art! Really, they're staring at someone's trash!'