Vignettes from Italy

Rome Florence Luca Venice Milan


Graffiti in Milano Porta Geneova

State sponsored graffiti in a subway station in Italy. One finds artistic graffiti all over Italy and it's origins go back to the Roman times. 

"The word graffiti comes from the Italian language. “Graffiti” is actually the plural of the word “graffito.” They are both derived from the word graffio, which means “a scratch.” The original graffiti was scratched into the surface, not just painted. Ultimately, the word is derived from Greek – graphein – meaning to write, draw, or scratch. (This gives us the common word root –graph.)

Graffiti was first labeled as such in 1851 in reference to ancient inscriptions etched into the walls – that is, “scratches” – of the ruins of the city of Pompeii. The definition has since expanded to include all sorts of public art, from hastily made drawings to elaborately executed street art."  from 

A History of Graffiti by MuffyMarracco in Udemy Blogs.




Venezia Railway station dome

Yes it was  daylight


On the 'streets' in Venice


THERE is a glorious City in the Sea.

The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,

Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed

Clings to the marble of her palaces.

No track of men, no footsteps to and fro,        

Lead to her gates. The path lies o’er the Sea,

Invisible; and from the land we went,

As to a floating City,—steering in,

And gliding up her streets as in a dream,

So smoothly, silently,—by many a dome        

Mosque-like, and many a stately portico,

The statues ranged along an azure sky;

By many a pile in more than Eastern splendor,

Of old the residence of merchant kings;

The fronts of some, though Time had shattered them,        

Still glowing with the richest hues of art,

As though the wealth within them had run o’er.

Samuel Rogers (1763–1855)



Venice--in a Storm


"There is a fearful eloquence in storms,

In the convulsive elemental strife,

Appealing to the soul, and the heart warms

With deep devotion, overflowing, rife

With keen instinctive sense of endless life.

My being seems exalted and I spring

To grasp my destiny; and like a knife

The storm hath severed my clay bonds, my wing

Feels Heaven's fresh air; I soar, a free undying thing."

The Convict: A Tale of Venice; and other poems by Edward Grimley


For Venice inspired poet

"Broad, red, radiant, half reclined

On the level quivering line        

Of the waters crystalline;

And before that chasm of light,

As within a furnace bright,

Column, tower, and dome, and spire

Shine like obelisks of fire ..."   P.B.Shelley