It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages,
at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone. ~ Erica Jong
Of all the places I've traveled, only one place is always tugging at my heart... Venice.
Venice is magical. It exists where no city should exist. Built centuries ago on wood piles. It floods horrifically. It threatens to disappear into the sea. And yet it remains.
It is a city of love, great and small. I fell in love with Venice on a trip with my sister. I needed to share it with Countrymouse. We went for Carnival. It was February 2004. It's been way too long. I need to go back.
We walked. We played. We ate. We drank. We loved.
Venice is a mystery. It's narrow streets wind and weave a maze throughout the city. A city where one must navigate on his own accord to arrive at his destination. The ghetto. The piazzas. The Canal.
It's inky winter skies are both a cloak and a blanket. The summer is bright and warm, much like the Venetians.
Venice's history is long. It was a major maritime power throughout the Middle Ages and Renaissance periods. It's artistic influence during the Renaissance is still felt. Walking on streets that are so ancient and filled with so many stories is thrilling.
Why is Venice my favorite city? There's so many things I could list. There isn't simply one thing. I think mostly it is how I feel when I am there. I feel enchanted. It's the external manifestation of all my dreams. And for now, Venice remains in my heart and in my dreams.
Thanks to LoveFeast Table for prompting this post as part Fancy Fridays.