Maybe it’s the imperfections – the peeling plaster, the crumbling buildings, the hotchpotch layout – that are the real charm and gem of this otherwise tourism-centric city. Maybe these lovely flaws of a nevertheless beautiful place are best seen in the weak light of a winter day. If so, maybe the best way to attempt to capture its ethereal images is to go on a walk with a Holga with its own store of surprises and limitations.
Quintessentially under wraps. Like their drivers, who are bundled up in thick down jackets while hunting for riders in late December, these gondolas are sheated in a protective layer of their own as they wait just off Saint Mark’s Square to spring into action that is unlikely to arrive.
