Piazza San Marco
by magdalena_capulet on February 2, 2009
in students
It happened in Venice. In St Mark Square the amused crowd was celebrating the first day of autumn. Music resonated everywhere and the smells of amaretto coffee, red wine, pasta and pizza filled the air. The sun was going down lazily, illuminating with a gold-pink shine the Doge’s Palace as well as ordinary citizens’ houses. Through the opened window some sun rays entered a hotel-room, from where a loud talk of a couple was coming. After a few minutes the talk become an argument and unexpectedly stopped. A moment later, a woman run out of the hotel; she seemed to be sad and angry. The next moment, through the same door a man run out, trying to spot her in the crowd. He called her name, but she couldn’t or didn’t want to hear him. The man saw her near the gondola harbour. He started to run pushing through people – suddenly his black jumper slid down from his shoulders, but he didn’t stopped. He nearly reached her when she was about to sail away with a handsome gondolier.
