I stop on a bridge and look down. The next thing I know, 10 minutes have gone by.
It’s all because of reflections. These were captured near the Frari.
And, a tiny little graffiti, on the Rialto bridge.
For those who know of, and admire him, I met and spoke to Francesco da Mosto, on Burano. What a nice, down to earth man! I’ll never wash my right hand again!