old city from the ramparts 3
Originally uploaded by nostalgist
Me and Jeremy walked on the ramparts yesterday morning. It is an incredible walk - history and religion and aesthetics and voyeurism all at once. This view of the rooftops makes me think of the very end of Speak Memory, when Nabokov sees the city as an optical puzzle. In the distance, those grey domes belong to the church of the holy sepulcher.
No comments:
Post a Comment