A postcard from venice

I wish you were here.

To hear the sounds of the gondaliers singing as they punt along the

winding canals, sweat beading on their strong backs.

To smell the salty air mixed with the cooking "sardee in saor"

And "pasta e fagioli" drifting out of open windows of the houses.

To taste the fresh fish, clams and pasta cooked together to make a

tantalizing dish.

To touch the silky Murano glass in deep reds, cool blues or warm golden

yellows, that is sold on the streets of crowded Mercerie

To see the crumbling buildings covered in moss and wild flowers. And

then the majestic palaces covered in gold, marble pillars and beautiful art.

I wish you were here.