Klingande’s Jubel
Klingande’s Jubel reminds me of being in Venice, Italy by a canal in June around dinnertime ten years ago. The dusk was humid and periwinkle with undertones of pink and red, the storefronts bright blue, gold, and white. I remember the water was Carolina blue, sparkling and dotted with speed boats and black gondolas; the streets and waterways and bridges thrumming with tourists.