A few years ago my dear friend Merisi invited me to the carnival in Venice. I had been to Venice before but never to the carnival, it was beyond belief. As tomorrow is Ash Wednesday I wanted to revisit the memory I cherish. Is it the same with you that some memories are so deeply rich and beautiful that you dare not go back to the actually place because you do not want to tarnish it in any way?
The carnival in Venice is/was romantic, beautiful, eye candy galore, breathtaking, divine, a force of beauty and creativity stirred magically in the center of San Marco Square.
I was in utter heaven.
Each year I think of going back, and then I do not, silly since it is so close.
No matter where my eyes fell there was something to behold, something to appreciate.
Every detail was a masterpiece.
It was hard to take photos:
1) There was much to absorb, and easily be overwhelmed by.
2) Tens of thousands of people gathered around, calmly admiring, it was intense. I waited and waited to take a photo without having anyone in the photo but the subject matter. It wasn't easy. Plus it was freezing cold.
I preferred the 18th century style to the Venetian Masks.
My favorite spot was nearby the Cafe Florian.
Seven in the morning.
This man was about eighty years old.
His wore knickers, with fantastic bows at his knees!
His clothes wear vintage.
Love at first sight.
Dang those vintage things get me every time!
Intricate metal lace collar.
Each carnival this young girl still writes me.
I was appreciative of each photo, the look in the eye, the magic shared.
Honestly wherever you look there is something to admire.
The perfect setting.
San Marcos Square.
With such a setting how could I expect anything less?
A simple purple net ribbon as a mask.
A perfect touch to all that glam.
The black feather head piece was about four feet tall.
Young, old, man, woman, Italian, French, American...
Posing in such style.
Thank you Merisi for the fondest of memories.