25 August 2014

San Croce - A Piece of my Heart.



Here lies the only love story I'll ever tell.

Contrary to popular belief, there is a small portion of my heart which isn't completely
 awash with pizza and when the next coffee fix is.

San Croce left quite the impact on my somewhat unadorned little head.
It is a place where you feel the overwhelming sensation that you belong, and have always belonged.
You could be plucked from any old cloud in the sky and still feel as though you've walked down every uneven path and every frayed, washed-out road it has to offer.

San Croce is a neighbourhood in Venice; situated in that neighbourhood is a little square, which holds an unfathomable amount of beauty and grace. I couldn't even point it out on a map, and that's not just because I am blissfully uneducated in geography, but more so because it is a hidden gem and is one of the most unsung, secluded little treasures in Venice. I think it is purposely kept under-wraps so it can be enjoyed by the locals, who find themselves constantly under attack and in the midst of the chaos and intrusive commercialism in Venice.

I imagine it's seen as an undisturbed little slice of utopia. Mmm Utopia. I'll have mine with extra everything please. This delicious slice of utopia just so happens to remind me of the beautiful kingdom in Tangled - hence the heavy Tangled (I'm just looking for an excuse to go on tumblr) references.

Most people who stumble across this little beauty are likely to have found it by a happy but welcomed accident. Some might even walk right through it thinking it is a vacant little campo, which it is, if you go at the wrong time of day. When the late afternoon rolls around, the square soon surges to life with all the energy and pajazz* promised. The locals sit around drinking coffee and socialising, as they fill the square with amicable chatter. Dogs roam around freely and sweet children spend their time playing ball and painting the floor in brightly coloured chalks.

It's as close too perfection as you can get... (and that is said taking this into consideration.) 

That is unless you are like me.
If you are like me, then you will cautiously be on the edge of your seat awaiting death by football to the face.
It isn't a pleasant way to go.

* I just made up a word and I am very proud of it.

'Campo San Giacomo dall'Orio'

Beauty like this cannot be forged or fabricated, as it is the only thing that is truly 
untouched in the burned out world we happily occupy day to day. 
Convenience is not key. Go out of your way and do so often.

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