Venice is a warren of calli, large calle, the diminutive, callette or calleselle forming a complicated maze in which it is easy to get lost. Everywhere, one can bear witness to the slow gradual decay of this once proud city that William Wordsworth called in his epic poem On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic “the eldest Child of Liberty”.
Christine Duncan - Photographer
The Story So Far
I’ve learnt a thing or two following those upraised umbrellas like an obedient school child. Whom am I kidding! I was never obedient, but I was observant. Here are a few things to remember while you keep an eye on...