two hours in venice

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I was coming from Ljubljana and on my way to Florence (more on that wonderful mess later). The Slovenian carpool I'd taken dropped me off in Venice so I could catch my train to my final destination. I'd been to Venice before: it was March of 2010, I hadn't fully transitioned to shooting in manual (see here and here), and I caught a cold.

This time was different. It was late summer, it was still fairly swarmed with people, and I had two hours. I had big plans to find an old bookshop but, of course, got lost. I think it worked out better this way. I caught glances of quiet squares and deserted canals. It was past noon so although the sun hadn't quite hit golden hour, it allowed me to see the city in a warmth I missed that March years ago.

And although I began to panic and wasn't sure if I'd make it back in time for my train, it was well worth it because seeing Venice always is.