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Venezia, tell me who I am, but not who I was.

A New York woman shares the sacred, the profane, and the mundane aspects of her year in Venice. And beyond.

31 March 2008

"...seven!"


Venetians have an expression: L’amor non l’e amor, se no’l se desgusta sete volte.
“Love isn’t love if it doesn’t disgust you seven times.”

So, I guess it was love.
Posted by Chiara Vincera at 18:33
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