Some of the time, while you meander through the stunning Venetian roads, you can meet a ballet dancer. The sweet shades of pre-winter outline this immortal scene, while the focal point catches it. A few travelers are strolling along the roads and the hereditary scent of the ocean exchanges with the morning light. In what manner would it be a good idea for me to seize with my camera this new concordance occurring in a city where workmanship and water, channels and engineering as of now liquefy in a steady move? Having a ballet dancer as the fundamental character.
