Italy — Venice
Italy is a place I could visit endlessly (but must moderate for love of my waistline). Italy deserves your time, effort and patience; an unhurried visit beasts a stuffed itinerary of ancient ruins and masterpieces. Italy is best enjoyed slowly—like their wine—with leisurely strolls and gelato cones.
My love affair started in Venice: a city blessed with splendorous colour, alleys and unique crannies that present at all opportunities... but cursed by droves of tourists. So, many, tourists!
I visited accidentally during an even busier than usual period, Carnevale: the festival marking the transition between winter and spring.
I walked out of Venezia Santa Lucia railway station to a scene of pulsing activity — you could power a city from the abundance of pure energy. I turned off my phone for the first time on my trip to tap the intoxicating surrounds, and ignored any desire to specify my destination.
Off the main thoroughfares, snuggled amongst pretty auburn alleyways, assisted by sheer winter sunlight: I could capture gems of quiet isolation, like the tourists were never around the corner — just the camera and the subject.
Venice is a street photography paradise.