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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.

03 August 2008

Vietato "erotica"


You can’t throw a rock in Venice and not hit a museum of some kind. The locals like to brag about them and the tourists expect to visit them, whether they're intellectually curious or not.

So one wonders why this particular one failed…
Posted by Chiara Vincera at 13:56
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