First day of the year ... Our footsteps echo in Venice who is slowly recovering from his night festive and noisy ... Everything is calm. Only a few Venetians in no hurry, few tourists, like us, want to enjoy the empty streets ... and regular, the crunch of brush cleaners.
means further slight buzz, then a female and not fast hammering the pavement. We cross a couple, while endimmanché ... and more ... If the men are sober, the ladies wearing fur coats unspeakable and completely absurd, worthy of the dreams of our mothers ... We follow them, intrigued by such a bombastic pomp, and the turning of a lane, we came upon a place where a small crowd gathered! We look up: it's La Fenice! The first concert of the year is announced!
We stand a little apart in our garments and passenger sit here, watching the ballet office ... We amusing facial expressions, attitudes, identifying jaded regulars, novices excited! Smiles and giggles rigor Argentine ... Instead whispers and rustles.
Fascinated, I watch the shoes ...
What elegance on Venetian unforgiving cobblestones!
Only the next day, lost again in San Marco, we visit the legendary venue. Runoff gold decorations convinced us that the dress was de rigueur to listen to music in this historic place.
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