I have visited Venice often – most recently this year. The city is a magic place for exploring, hunting glimpses of the city behind the tourist facade. I find treasure in golden moments of early morning sunlight and shadow, glimpses of the aged and decrepit city transformed into dazzling loveliness. But suddenly, the flashy moment…
I admire, and am charmed, by the motley-hued Fool; the witty Court Jester; the impudent buffoon, the persistent prankster; allowed and expected to make fun of the Court and the Monarch. I have wanted to be one much of my life.