Italy and Vatican City

In Venice the buildings had doubles. The water drew them again, changed its mind and began once more. I found this reassuring. Apparently a first attempt was not binding.

I followed that thought through other cities. Stone could look weightless. A room could seem to continue beyond its ceiling. A familiar word could become a completely unfamiliar shape when written in another hand.

The notebook acquired reflections, corrections and one page that I liked better upside down. I kept all three.

An imagined travel diary inspired by original Travel2City photographs. Mea’s scenes and words are a creative interpretation, not a documentary account.