Travel Theme: Costume

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June 5, 2013 by allsho

As I probably said somewhere else, I don’t like Venice. Except in autumn, with fog, humidity, cold, the kind of discouraging weather that makes a tourist think: so should I get out of my hotel and dive into uncomfortable waters or stay in all day? Then, I find it still has character, a melancholic character that suits me on such a day.

So when my wife decided it was time for her to experience Carnival in Venice, together with two friends of ours who were of course more than happy to join in, being one against three, I thought resistance was useless.

Bright day, extremely cold, tourists flocking in for Carnival Sunday. All the conditions for recording a dreadful day in my books.

As we got off the boat and started walking around, I realized that perhaps my camera was going to be more than a way to keep me entertained while the others were having fun in the middle of the crowd.

So when I saw two flowers waving at us and greeting from a small bridge I simply opened fire and started shooting as if there was no tomorrow.

One of the pictures I took was a pretty gaudy one, and as such already appeared somewhere in this blog, and in this same challenge, to be precise.

 

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After that Carnival experience, in 2005, I still don’t like Venice. But at least I have developed some form of gratitude towards flowers waving on bridges.

(Oh boy did I mention how cold it was?)

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(Where’s my backpack – Travel Theme: Costume)

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