Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 32

           SeeingVenice,I’mgratefulthatIchosetoliveinRomeinstead.Idon’tthinkIwouldhavegottenofftheantidepressantsquitesoquickhere.Veniceisbeautiful,butlikeaBergmanmovieisbeautiful;youcanadmireit,butyoudon’treallywanttoliveinit.

           Thewholetownispeelingandfadinglikethosesuitesofroomsthatonce-richfamilieswillbarricadeawayinthebacksoftheirmansionswhenitgetstooexpensivetokeepthemaintenanceupandit’seasiertojustnailthedoorsshutandforgetaboutthedyingtreasuresontheotherside-thisisVenice.GreasystreamsofAdriaticbackwashnudgeupagainstthelong-sufferingfoundationsofthesebuildings,testingtheenduranceofthisfourteenth-centurysciencefairexperiment-Hey,whatifwebuiltacitythatsitsinwaterallthetime?

           VeniceisspookyunderitsgrainyNovemberskies.Thecitycreaksandswayslikeafishingpier.DespiteLinda’sinitialconfidencethatwecangovernthistown,wegetlosteveryday,andmostespeciallyatnight,takingwrongturnstowarddarkcornersthatdead-enddangerouslyanddirectlyintocanalwater.Onefoggynight,wepassanoldbuildingthatseemstoactuallybegroaninginpain."Nottoworry,"chirpsLinda."That’sjustSatan’shungrymaw."IteachhermyfavoriteItalianword-attraversiamo("let’scrossover")-andwebacktracknervouslyoutofthere.

           ThebeautifulyoungVenetianwomanwhoownstherestaurantnearwherewearestayingismiserablewithherfate.ShehatesVenice.SheswearsthateveryonewholivesinVeniceregardsitasatomb.

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