Whispers of the Past

Venice has a way of inviting you to get lost. I wandered away from the crowded piazzas
and busy canals, letting the narrow alleyways decide my path. Soon, I was deep in the
Castello neighborhood of Venice, where laundry hung from balconies, shutters were
thrown open to let in the afternoon light, and the sound of footsteps echoed off ancient
stone walls.

It was quiet, yet alive with small details — a flowerpot perched on a windowsill, the
lapping of water against a forgotten dock, the sudden charm of a bridge curving over a
narrow canal. I had no destination, no map, just the joy of discovery in a city that
rewards curiosity at every turn.