It’s been raining on and off since Sunday – sometimes a light drizzle and sometimes a heavy downpour so an umbrella was mandatory on my walk this morning.
Not that I minded at all as this previous post will explain.
This morning it was raining.
When it rains in the morning it often takes me back to the last day of my first visit to Venice. It was one of the few days it rained on that holiday, and opening the shutters I looked out the window to a steady stream of coloured umbrellas heading over the Ponte Chiodo bridge below.
As everyone scurried to where ever they were heading I lingered at the window watching and promised myself I’d be back. I bought a length of fabric on that trip from a shop on Strada Nova in the Cannaregio district – it now hangs on my wall, a daily reminder of a few days spent in a city I fell in love with.
Last year I made good on my promise and returned to Venice. Again I bought some fabric, this time from the Fortuny workshop on the island…
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