The interior: Think cob-webbed Basquiat genius anarchy. It was beyond cool, although it smelled a bit like moth balls and cat (on a bad day, what i think my future might smell like). Here are some snaps!





PS the next few posts will be more Venice!
"You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity"





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