The Venetian bay was calm as the sun cast forth its luminous rays upon the quiet town heralding sunrise. The beauty of the Renaissance era manifested splendidly against the calm deep blue of the ocean. I paused in awe and looked out yonder in profound reverie. In a moment of serenity, I pondered how the creative beauty of mankind blended perfectly with the majesty of nature.
Passing down a narrow cobblestone street I suddenly veered left towards the ocean, winding my way down a narrow staircase. The thought of exploring the unknown stirred my heart with childlike enthusiasm. Looking back from whence I came, I looked upon a windmill. Located on the cliff face overlooking the ocean, its white washed walls manifested a simplistic beauty contrasted against the blue sky. The wind swept clouds formed a beautiful mosaic adorning heaven itself. A lone figure perched atop a cliff face, I felt a sense of profound peace in that moment of solitude.
The vibrancy and complexity of architectural themes within cities never ceases to amaze me. It seems that cities undergo a gradual metamorphosis, redefining themselves in their own unique way while manifesting the cultural forces at play.