Venice is my place. The place that makes me feel at home, although it’s not my real home. The place were I feel good, pretty and full of energy. The place that makes me want to cry tears of joy when I arrive and the place I wish I didn’t have to leave. The place that I daydream of, the place where I could spend the rest of my life, where I know I will be happy.
Today I wanted to share with you some pictures of my Venice. The details hidden behind the tourists, the little squares where I spent my childhood holidays, the peace that just Venice can give, the mistery, the loneliness… but also the joy, the bridges that I’ve crossed so many times, running when I was a kid and walking really slowly the last time I was there with my grandfather. Venice is the best place in the world. It’s my best place in the world.