I had been on a wayward trip to Trieste with a mad Irishman, we were searching for the footsteps of James Joyce. I thought I was in love, but he was a 28 year old virgin and planned to stay that way.
This photo was on our way home to Modena in Reggio Emila, where i lived. I am sitting on the steps opposite Venice train station across the Canal Grande. The longest my then hennaed hair has ever been.