But it has that sense of being a "real place," a few blocks away is a small bakery (which I "discovered" one early morning when I passed a window and saw the baker putting in a tray of the day's rolls), a fruit and vegetable stand, and a "tabbak" shop that sold a little amount of lots of things, but mainly cigarettes.
It was the wash drying on the lines, though, that made it real for me. Using our time in Venice to go to a number of art and architecture shows may have made me more sensitive to the aesthetic nature of a clothes line. The fabrics moving slowly in the wind. The shapes and colors of the clothes. Some wash lines very organized (all the socks together) and others more random.
The clothes lines were set against the backdrop of the sky, of the varied colored apartment buildings, of the rows of windows...all kinds of combinations. Endless variety.
So, who is going to organize the show? Whoever does it, the opening could be this hanging of St. Mark, patron of Venice and its residents, whose relics were taken from Alexandria by the Venicians...was it a raiding party? At any rate, this cloth could be a trademark for a spontaneous folk art show. We could call it "Santa Marta on the Line."
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