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.
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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.
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