From: scerir (email@example.com)
Date: Wed Feb 13 2002 - 23:44:11 MST
Amara Graps wrote:
> These days the outward show of Carnevale remains, but much more
> sedately, while the real Venice continues underneath the surface.
> The real Venice is between the cracks, in the canals, on the
> opposite faces of the palaces on the Grand Canal, in the gondolas,
> hanging from a clothesline stretched between two buildings, colored
> decaying pinks, greens, and browns. There, you hear a different
> rhymthm, smell the frowst of the sea, and become lost in the
> fog-shrouded labrynth of narrow alleys and walking bridges.
Apropos of these images, I strongly recommend 'Death in Venice',
by Thomas Mann (1912), and the movie Luchino Visconti took
from that novel (1971).
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