Venice was all reflections and softened edges, the kind of place that makes every turn feel arranged and accidental at once.
I kept waking early for empty bridges, quiet water, and the first cafe sounds spilling into narrow streets.
May 2026
A few days of canals, early mornings, reflections, and getting lost beautifully.
Venice was all reflections and softened edges, the kind of place that makes every turn feel arranged and accidental at once.
I kept waking early for empty bridges, quiet water, and the first cafe sounds spilling into narrow streets.