"A work of art is a scream of freedom." - Christo

Spring trip to Venice. Cold sun and long shadows. Sitting on a doorstep polished by time. Sound of the distant bells vibrate through narrow streets. Fingers chilled. In one hand a fresh baked croissant, coffee in the other. Perfect smell match. Massive wooden doors opens just in front of me. Afterwards window as well. What a pain! Could you feel it in your stomach?
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Warming up baritone from the upper floor brings me back to reality. I take my camera and make a single shoot. Then write down the moment under Christo words.
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Soft breeze catchs me by the hand and takes to misty of city night.

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