I had no desire to go to Venezia on this trip but I'm so glad we did. Walking through the garden and home of Peggy Guggenheim was an unforgettable day. My favourite room was the dining room - a dark, heavy, and smooth to the touch table (yes, I ran my hand along the wood)was centered in the room with mismatched chairs. The table had more prescence then the Picasso hanging on one of the walls. But in the garden I was drawn to a bench - from far away it looked like an ordinary stone bench but as I got closer I realized that it was a great art piece.
So glad I went to Venezia.
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