Julia sat on the steps of the white bridge, pulled out her notebook and began to draw what she saw. Buildings were no longer resting on stone, but on water, born from water and ready to sink. Children were playing against their own reflection, with a submerged ball in an upside down game. A rowboat, loaded with a large table and a number of chairs, barely passed under the Mechanical Bridge, then had to stop because the Widow’s bridge was too low on the water. A sailor with a black jacket and a captain’s hat climbed barefoot out of the boat and on the fondamenta, where the water reached his waist. He then pointed north to the sailor on board and the boat left the channel and slowly advanced through the Campo. The child with the ball disappeared behind the boat and sprinted towards the goal, alone.
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