Venice | October 2017 | March 2019

I went to Venice in 2017 with my cousin, who was visiting Italy. I snapped a lot of pictures there, and then I put them all into a folder on my laptop, quickly edited them in Lighroom and then, that's right, I haven't open them ever since. Kind of coincided with me not posting here. Lot of stuff happened. A year and a half passed. People came, people went, I went places, I came back, literally and metaphorically. Circles opened and closed. The folder with Venice photos stayed divinely untouched.

Last week me and my flatmates were cooking dinner in our kitchen. One of them casually said:

- Perhaps we should go on a carnival in Venice.

- Perhaps we should, - I answered peacefully. Similar "perhaps we shoulds" have happened before and I try not to get too excited about them just in case they wwould fall through (again).

It did not fall through. In fact, miraculously so; we were five people, and we had a car that could fit exactly five people, and all of us agreed on timing, and place, and plans, and just enough people volounteered (and were capable of driving). This kind of agreement is difficult to come by. We disagreed on snacks, but last minute I bought dried bananas, and apparently everybody loved them all along, so that was cool too.

So we went to Venice for a day trip, and it was the most fantastic day. Venice was beautiful; we walked around, bought masks, repeatedly got lost, sat on the ground to drink wine from plastic bottles, fed seagulls, accidentally crushed several parties, and only ate shitty sandwiches and tiny delicious pastries (1.5 euro per piece). I did a lot of pictures.

Now that I am home I am looking at both sets of photos from two different years; I see the diference and I don't see it. Parts of Venice don't change, Carnival or no Carnival. And then, the masks are all just on the outiside; the city underneath stays the same (and it's beautiful).