His Back to Us
He does not perform for the observer. Striped shirt, straw hat, a single oar — the gondolier moves through a narrow corridor of ancient brick and peeling ochre, indifferent to being seen. We are granted not his face, but his direction. Venice, for once, belongs to someone who actually lives there.
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