Venice

I had never been to Venice. It’s one of those cities where everything that could possibly have been said or thought about it, probably has been said and thought already. I still want to write a few lines.

What surprised me was that though I had seen countless images of Venice – moving as well as stills – and read books about this city I didn’t expect how it might feel. It is an assault on the senses: the scent and sounds of the sea are all-encompassing and you are never really¬† able to drown out the splashing of the waves against the canals because these are sounds we aren’t always surrounded with in city life. Oftentimes the ground shifts beneath your feet and that shifting and the slightest hint of nausea made their way into my dreams.

Finally the light: The light also shifts from delicate tones of pink and purple to crisp, clear moonscapes with the reflections of the moon and stars gently glittering on the waves. It’s all a bit much. There’s a German word “sattsehen” which means literally to see until you are full; to see until your appetite is sated. It’s impossible to see Venice until you are full. You just need to keep looking and looking and looking some more.