Window-shopping, endlessly we traipse zigzagging our way through the many narrow streets for a quick look-see into an overwhelming river of trinket stores and expensive upscale boutiques. Peering into this particular scene, our discerning eyes fix on the eyes of a dramatic collection of papier-mâché Carnevale masks and puppets – one-of-a-kind theatrical pieces created by the century-old merchants of Venice. Inwardly we observe each detailed piece in an effort to get to the essence of it. Immediately our gaze takes note of a brilliance and singularity caught in the passion of their expression, existing in this solitude without the medium of language. Twenty minutes go by. Reckoning the distance left, rightly so, we carry on with an outward eye, eagerly taking in bits and pieces of everything converging at this memorable point in time.
. . . .
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again
in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
– Pat Conroy
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