The October skies had turned violet with the setting sun, and the light formed mosaics on the walls. Every time the water of the canal fluctuated, the light sketched myriads of scintillating images on the walls. I watched the display, the constant play of the light on the water, the squares and rectangles it formed, pouring through impossible corners, through tiny wedges between buildings, red marbled walls and arched façades.

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