Red and Blue
Over the bridge we go...looks like a tongue in this picture.
I have never seen a flood until I came to Venezia.
I spy a blue jacket.
So classy.
Breathing the fresh air.
Mariela breaking Venice one step at a time.
Tectonics.
How grand.
Benders.
Warm hands.
That one thing that I wish I would've touched to see if it was really solid...
Dany with a huge smile....it's the concrete.
Was this blue room with the pitch sound worth the headache....no.
I think she's a local
Doge's Palace.
Casey and Devyn on Scarpa details
Scarpa details
The class and bridges.
Walking with intent.
A sketch from the Piazza di San Marco
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