Monday, November 06, 2006
6: the streets smell like laundry detergent
I was going to write something about how I have been a frustrated knitter -- a frustrated everything -- since I got back from Europe. But I would rather think about the light in Venice. The light and the laundry and the cats and the little children playing football against the fountains and the street musicians and the smell of salty water and the old women knitting in squares.