As we approach the bus station, which isn’t a building at all but a loop in the road with a small sign, we don’t see anyone. If during the vacation I need to dump a body I think I’ve found my spot.
Tag: Venice
In Venice by Gloria Nixon-John
In Venice (a prose poem) It is raining in Venice, and I am alone. The empty gondolas bob; their lacquered … More
Sacred and Profane Images in Venice and Padua By Bernie Langs
Travel Essay: The laws and edicts are laid out in the Old Testament in exacting terms specifying the ornaments, utensils and … More