Other Venitian windows. Other details. Details that the eye probes and which baffle the mind. Arrangement of Crostinis on a white plate like touches of paint of a wet palette; a makeshift mirror sticking out of from a window in the first floor of a Venitian building; a single, random Maltese Cross in Chiesa degli Schalzi by the Santa Lucia train station, a bronze doorknob with two embracing seahorses (Venice, ‘Fallen Queen of the Sea’); a ladder-like structure jutting out of the ochre walls, leading nowhere; the gold-painted inside of an ostrich’s egg; the carved symbol of a blessing hand, topped by a cryptic street number; the blunt kiss from one insistent sister to the reluctant other; spaghetti clumsily rolled over a fork; patterns of black dragonflies adorning the curtains of Café Florian, the earth-like texture of Porcini mushrooms; coils of black ink entrapped like amber inside an egg-shaped glass; a basket of truffles, resembling pieces of coal; the sharp glint inside the slit of Rebecca’s black black eyes; the self absorbed couple of Café Florian, catching my own reflection in the background; Frida’s clownish expression in the train leading to Venice; the small black dot in Olivia’s steel-blue, wide-open eye; the oddity of a Chinese bride in full wedding gown at Plaza San Marco.