Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of a private courtyard, through a fence. This is just such an example. I wonder how old that beautifully carved vera da pozzo (well head) is?
And, how and why are they in possession of this depiction of George and the dragon?
For Gerard, a clothesline in use the other day.
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When I was training, I loved running after dark so I could peep inside people’s houses. I mean, entirely innocently of course. You know, like, “why do they need 500 downlights in that room?” kind of thing.
A tantalising glimpse indeed, especially the laundry. You can tell a lot about a person from they way they hang the washing.
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speaking of peaking it is lovely to ride down the grand canal at night as peek inside those lighted houses
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Between you peeking and ladyofthecakes taking pic’s of people’s privates, I’m getting a little bit worried here!
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Look at all those socks. I love how they are hung in order of size. The person who hung them out must be really organised.
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Laundry is out on display here, folks are careful how they hang it, et.
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Nothing hung inside out I hope. That is something I just can’t cope with!
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LOL! An OCD laundry hanger-outer.
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Not as bad as my daughter. SHE matches the colour of the pegs to the colour of the garment. That’s OCD!
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Beautiful little Pozzo- get5ting more envious with each post.
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It looks genuinely old, doesn’t it, Francesca?
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George & the Dragon. Or Red Rum winning the National. Nice laundry 😃
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Red Rum … are we talking about a horse race, or wandering into the Shining?
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Horses!!
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Ha! I love taking pics of people’s privates 😉
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Um, would you like to rephrase that? Or, maybe not!
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LOL1
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Isn’t it amazing the twists and turns the comments section takes?
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Yes it is….and just think of all the things one DOESN”T say!
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There are (I believe) 23 socks – not to mention all the socks between the pink pants on the left and the last left-hand sock (all of which have possibly been stolen by the sock-eating Dragon that Saint George has been trying to push into oblivion).
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You must know I’ll be checking this, Bruce. I’m past the stage of blindly believing everything you say.
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On second thought, I believe you completely, Bruce.
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Is this a conversion?
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Yes, Brother!
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What a lovely vera da pozzo! I love wandering down the calles of Venice and suddenly a gate or a door that has been closed is open to reveal the wonders within.
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It’s a brilliant city that bestows unexpected surprises!
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One of the particular delights of Venice are the alleys framed by socks and shirts. It reassures me that there are still real people living there.
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That’s absolutely correct, Hilary! You can get caught up in the tourist turmoil and forget that it’s a living city … still.
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I didn’t bother to count the socks on the clothesline to see if there are an odd or even number….but after all, the phenomenon of the disappearing sock is really an automatic dryer thing isn’t it….
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Well, if you check closely, you’ll see there’s a size 8, left-foot sock missing. 😦
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I love the laundry image and Bun’s comment. I don’t recall seeing those trampolines. Go figure.
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You’d be a natural here, you’d have the laundry pegged out in no time, and do a few back flips on the trampoline when you were done!
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If there were back flips it would only be by accident. It could start a trend though. 🙂
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Love peeking into courtyards hidden behind the big iron gates we have in Oaxaca. And, you’ve inspired me to collect and post the laundry on rooftop clotheslines photos I’ve taken. I really enjoy seeing Italy through your eyes. One of these days, I will return. 😉 ¡Feliz año nuevo!
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Thanks, spixl. I’ve only been to Mexico once, and found it a little like Italy: colourful, noisy, organised chaos …
Buon anno.
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The sky the blue blue sky! dark, raining and cold here keep those photos coming the only bright spot of the day
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Okay! I may have to dig deep to find some blue skies, but I’ll try, Joanne.
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Please do – it’s snowing here 😦
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That vdp looks very similar to the rare veneto-byzantine vera da pozzo of the 10th century in the courtyard of Palazzo Corner-Gheltoff at San Marco 3378. Another source says it’s first half of the 12th century. Typical Venice: always at least two versions of every fact. St George and the Dragon has to be the third-most common piece of external art in Venice (after the Madonna and Child, and the winged lion of St Mark).
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And, even with two versions, we’re left with the lingering thought that there could be one other, true answer!
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Wow ! You had a big washday this week Yvonne 😉 ❤
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I was saving it up, waiting for a sunny day, Ralphie. 🙂 ❤
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If we had clotheslines in Australia like that it would get the neighbours together much more. I just love looking over fences,Yvonne. I am so curious about what goes on there.
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You’d be a good companion on my excursions, Gerard!
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Oh, those are the clothes lines that the people use with trampolines, aren’t they? (Or do they just boringly pull the line from one end?)
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Yes, everyone here is excellent with the trampoline, Bun! 🙂
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A-ha! Thought so! 🙂
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I’ve never quite got the ‘hang’ of it, Bun.
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It’s all in the approach. Think of something cheerful as you’re hanging the clothes. That’ll put a bit of a spring in your step.
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