at moomah
while chanda was in ballet class, i hung out at moomah cafe.
i've been reading a wonderful book about venice titled, venice revealed, by paolo barbaro. he writes about many of the changes taking place in his city, such as people communicating via their cell phones and computers and not leaning out their windows and shouting to their neighbors out in the street or across the way. he misses these voices. he also misses the old red paint that they used to use when retouching the buildings. they now use white, and he writes about how it creates a very different type of feeling when reflected in the sun and the water. not bad, but different . . and something to grow accustomed to.
while chanda was in ballet class, i hung out at moomah cafe.
i've been reading a wonderful book about venice titled, venice revealed, by paolo barbaro. he writes about many of the changes taking place in his city, such as people communicating via their cell phones and computers and not leaning out their windows and shouting to their neighbors out in the street or across the way. he misses these voices. he also misses the old red paint that they used to use when retouching the buildings. they now use white, and he writes about how it creates a very different type of feeling when reflected in the sun and the water. not bad, but different . . and something to grow accustomed to.
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