“It’s foreign but
familiar. Or is that familiar but foreign?” Mali phrased this reaction to
Europe so perfectly. The one time I seriously considered the possibility of
past lives was my first time in Venice, when it all seemed so familiar, but in
a way beyond what I’d seen in paintings, photos, films. I felt like I had
personal history there. But does the mind play tricks? If I really had history, shouldn’t I be able
to say more than due espresso, per favore?
Kate and Casanova...or painted by Titian...
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ReplyDeleteAaah, Venice. I do so adore it.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember that feeling on the continent, but my first time in England I felt like I was finally at home.
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