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

01 September 2008

Years? Decades? Centuries?


How long, do you suppose, before the campanile at Santo Stefano topples?
Posted by Chiara Vincera at 09:25
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