Life has been busy and immensely fun of late, but while the cat has been away, the mouse has forsaken her blogging duties! Alas, today’s post documents some photographic memories of a spring trip to Venice during Carnevale. What an inspirational sojourn! As a scholar of renaissance studies, I was transcended to a heaven of visual delight during this trip. It was a veritable feast for the eyes to be surrounded by such lavish and intricate renaissance costumes in a setting that has changed little at all in the last five hundred years. In my vivid imagination, I was living in an oil painting, or in a vibrant Buontalenti illustration depicting the cosmological beauty of the harmony of the spheres. As if in a time warp, Venice stands as a testament of historical virtue, culture, society and architecture, remaining – in my opinion – one of the only unspoiled monuments of the Early Modern age.
If you read a lot, nothing is as great as you’ve imagined.
Venice is –
Venice is better.
~ Fran Lebowitz