The palace of one of the apostolic families of Venice, inside a huge park full of water, was built over the centuries, well beyond my little history.
 
Great works are like this: they transcend the men who imagined them, those who designed them, those who built them. And they belong to all of them, through the generations.
 
There is an initial idea of ​​mine here, when you could still see an ancient castle still to be refined, to be rescued from the bad weather and the roughness of the dark ages ...
 
 
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