Y’all know that I live in the South, the Deep South, and we don’t get snow often. In fact, it snows very rarely here. And though I know that many in the North hate the snow, I love it. I am currently reading About Face
by Donna Leon about the Venetian detective Commissario Guido Brunetti. In Leon’s books, Brunetti is either complaining about the heat and crowds in Venice in the summer, or about the cold winters of Venice. In About Face
it is the winters. When I was in Venice, it was October, but it was cold and rainy. I was a bit miserable the whole time, but I’d love to go back someday. I was thinking about wanting to be in Venice yesterday, as I was reading About Face. In the book, Leon describes her detective walking through the streets of Venice when it begins to snow. I thought of the picture above and about watching the movie The Wings of the Dove, based on the Henry James book, because of a scene that takes place in Venice during winter. Venice is a beautiful city, but it must be absolutely breathtaking when it snows.