From a shot of this woman standing near the corner of a white stone building with tall skinny columns- I knew it was Venice. Then I noticed the mask on a stick in her hand. Then they panned to gondolas and my guess was confirmed.
I know that corner in Venice. I remember visiting there 21 years ago when I was 10 years old. I went with my cousin (and her parents) walking around that very corner and then the path along the water on the way to visit my cousin’s pen pal in an apartment a few blocks down the way. Because in 1994- that was as the kind do thing you might do if you happen to pop in to the city of your far away pen pal - stop in for tea and cookies.
So strange that decades later I remember that random corner we passed by only for a few minutes right before dark on our way to somewhere else. Even though now I rely on yelp, instagram and twitter to tell me where I’ve been, our magical human brains keep everything. Humans are magic.