And the real partiers would be making last-minute changes to their carnival costumes. They would look forward to parading around Venice: the Doge's Palace at dawn, San Zaccaria mid-day, San Marco in the afternoon, San Giorgio at dusk. They would make special pilgrimages to the Arsenale on Monday to stand against the stone lions and Burano on Tuesdays to stand against brightly colored buildings. They would gather at Salute on Thursdays and rejoice in their revelry. With the patience of angels, they would spend the week posing while crowds gathered at their feet and poked Canons and Lumixes in their faces. They would even obey their personal photographers telling them to learn to the left or right or raise a hand or a foot.
No such luck this year. Instead, for the moment, it's best to celebrate the past. Thank goodness for photography to help people remember their best moments!