I could not put my fingers, or rather my feelings in place, on why I hated Venice so much. From the minute I set foot... First I thought it was the wild lashing water and sea sickness made me wary. But I realised that it's Venice, which makes my shoulder and neck stiff, my feet weary and my mouth dry. And it's not only me.. Madhur n kids went for a gondola ride, and they were told that almost the entire populaion of Venice, stays in far off islands, and it has gone down from onelakh seventy thousand to just fifty thousand, within 10 years.
Venice has a feeling of helplessness, and staleness to it. I just cannot find better words to describe it. It's a feeling of loneliness, despair and Hollowness. It's full of tourists, thronging with them. San marco the central Venice, where everybody rushes to, has a air of temporariness, leaning towards shallow and desperate.
I really thought I would kiss the floors of Heathrow airport, the minute I would have landed into London.
Well I did not, but was sure glad to set foot in a city which is crowded, loud, but home!