I was traveling around Europe a few years ago after my semester was done and planned to go to Venice before heading back up to Germany. I ran into a problem where there were so few hotels open in the middle of Febuary. I had not realized that it was Carnevale. I was lucky and managed a hotel next to the station anyway.
Venice is a very evocative place. February is cold and foggy. Yet honestly I can’t imagine Venice being any better. I loved the fog and the feel of the place. Waking up early mornign and walking through the deserted winding passageways makes me think of mystery and intrigue. The eternal sound of water somewhere just out of sight adds to the feeling.
I was traveling alone, and due to the holiday ended up in a hotel not a hostel, so I didn’t meet anyone along the way. I really want to see it again with people to enjoy it with.
A note on the pictures, they were made in 2004 with an old camera, so 640×480 is the biggest they go. Still great memories. Click for larger versions.
Edgar Allan Poe – The Cask of Amontillado
Cornelia Funke – The Thief Lord