Tales from Abroad (9/20/2013)
I stood in Saint Mark’s Square in the middle of Venice. I had been told of splendor and magic that the square exudes… Yet, as I shuffled along through a mass of humanity, I felt boxed in, thirsty (but not thirsty enough to pay 4 euro for water), and concerned that one of the thousands of pigeons dive-bombing throughout the square would land on my … Continue reading Tales from Abroad (9/20/2013)