If Palladio's San Giorgio allows advertising; why not elsewhere...
Venice's Rialto Bridge ...?
Having spent a few days in Venice after taking the 07h40 train last Thursday morning from Geneva and arriving 30 minutes or so late, after 7 or 8 hours rocking through the Alps and across the flat Po valley followed by a full three days rocking about in various vaporetti around the Grand Canal and across the Lagoon to other islands, only to return on the 16h20 train yesterday to Geneva which arrived just before midnight - again, late by 35 minutes, I sit here editing photos and putting a few words onto this keyboard feeling like a cork in a bath...
(aagh! Swiss Rail... don't you believe it works like clockwork...)
The whole room seems to be rising like the choppy waters off the Piazza di San Marco...
All I can say is... I must go back but I might just fly.
And I miss my little Leica so...
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