Pescheria di Rialto, alla Mattina

In the early morning, amidst columns and arches and foggy light, with its blues and reds, the ordinary can sometimes look like an altarpiece: "I will make you fish(sell)ers of men...." (Though it should be noted that many of the young men now working in the remaining fish stalls are Eastern European, as young Venetians, I was told, can no longer abide the very early hours or smells of the job. 13 October 2017)