Venice is a complex community. A place precariously tottering on the cusp of the surreal. This water world requires reflection, a moment of pause beyond the crowded calle (streets). If you are a common day tripper, you couldn’t know about the peace this place brings. The magic it evokes. If you are among those of us who desire the true spirit of this city I challenge you to find this quiet angle.

A common complaint overheard from the safe haven of my studio window is … “no where to sit! I can’t find a trash can!” I understand. Too many transitory people per day. Well dear reader, here I share with you a very special spot. Here you will find both of the above.

Along the North lagoon, not far from the train station, sit all the city’s red benches! It’s a strictly residential area — city housing in fact — just near one of our watercraft gas stations. It’s a perfect place to capture a glance of the foothills of the Dolomite mountains. Yes, that hazy curved line you might see in the distance are the mountains. Smell the sea air, hear the birds, bees and insects chime. Looking left is an aesthetic combination describing innovation and shame.  Alas, that is a tale for another space!

Be quiet here. Listen to the world floating about you. Please do NOT leave your trash.