Last month I spent a few days in Venice, city of stone and water.
Peter Ackroyd has written (
Venice: Pure City, Vintage Books, 2010), that "there has been a continuing association between Venice and the mirror".
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View of Venice |
Ackroyd also writes: "Venice seems to have no foundations except reflections. Only its reflections are visible".
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View of Grand Canal |
Nineteenth century American writer W. D. Howells wrote of Venice: "Never did a city seem so dream-like and unreal".
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Portrait of Liz |
Rilke agreed: "this dream like city."
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At the Biennale |