Iconic photos of Venice tend to follow a formula: almost all feature a couple sitting in a gondola gliding down the city’s narrow canals. But in reality, nearly every street corner in Venice presents a scene worth capturing.
During a visit last month, I became obsessed with doors. They came in all sizes, shapes, colors, and states of disrepair. Each of the weather-beaten portals, many of which open directly onto the water, seemed to have a story to tell from many years serving their masters. If I were a poet, I could have filled a book imagining the world these doors have witnessed.