Here in Venice, though I'm not new, I am absolutely a "tourist" in the sense that I never become bored of observing the workings of this city. It's not that I overly romanticize the lifestyle... I have to carry my things over the bridges too. The mosquitos bite me. I have to fight my way through the foot traffic to get where I need to go. And yes, I am often asked for directions to San Marco absent so much as a "perfavore" or "grazie".
So, no: I do not live in a tourist's dream where I imagine that a life of shoveling cow dung or hefting wheeling carts full of hundreds of kilos of liquids over foot-bridges or leading groups of hundreds of people who ask the same questions for the first time a million times a year is an easy escape from the daily grind.
But, on the other hand, I absolutely am in awe of all of the labor, learning and coordination that goes into keeping this moving. It's not easy to get everyone and everything around in this lagoon.
So, yes! As I was walking to the market this morning, I stopped to take photos of the everything and nothing that makes up the morning grind in Venezia. I certainly got some jaded looks from the tired Venetians who were probably not yet ready to face up to all of the thousands of cameras that are going to be pointed at them today. And, to make matters worse, I was taking photos of the most mundane things ever…
But come on! When your mail truck is a brightly colored barge appearing against a violet sunrise and your taxi is perfectly varnished and sleek, when your dog trots back and forth in the bow of your boat and when your regular commute takes you over canals and past the church of San Giovani e Paolo, well those are all exceptional ways of experiencing the mundane. They are photo worthy.