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VISIT VENICE IN WINTER. THE TIMELESS CHARM OF THE LAGOON. https://posts.gle/xTgVS @itravelinitaly_com The canals, the gondolas, the calli that welcome you with their millenary history: the inlaid, damp facades of the ancient buildings, the gates overlooking the canals consumed by salt, the carnival masks that look at you from every window. The imagination immediately flies to the times of the Doges, and as I walk, I imagine those finely decorated buildings becoming the stage for worldly parties, grand dances for ladies and knights. I hear the rustle of cloaks on the pavements, and see hundreds of dresses woven with fine Indian fabrics walking towards the gala evening in the half-light of the streets. I imagine the busy, fast and discreet gondoliers escorting the nobles from one channel to another... itravelinitaly.com  would like to receive your feedback.  Share and Post a review on our profile.

A sunset on the hill by Gianfranco Aurilio I ran after the sun along the river, where the flowers are reflected in the morning wetting the petals in water colored with light, unfolding the stems to the wind, like sails on the sea. I ran after him among blades of grass that touch the sky, between voices and perfumes of green meadows in spring. Under the branches of lime trees over hidden dens beside prickly brambles inside you were hidden beyond the pond behind the bridge near frightened foxes away from curious hawks I ran after the sun without stopping to see it disappear slowly before me on the hill.

The "light bora" is accompanied by stable, dry and sunny weather conditions, with clear air and excellent visibility resulting from the gusts of fall that sweep away all the persistent impurities in the lower layers.  This type of bura is activated when a solid anticyclonic promontory, well structured even at high altitude, settles with its maximum barics over central Europe, between Germany, the Czech Republic, Poland and the countries of the central-eastern European sector (prevalent  anticyclonic curvature over northern Italy), while a depression area is located on the southern Italian seas or on the lower part of the central Mediterranean. #wind #nature #sea #photography #sky #waves #love #beach #sun #clouds #windsurfing #summer #surf #water #kitesurfing #windy #rain #travel #windsurf #sunset #storm #sailing #ocean #landscape #kiteboarding #naturephotography #weather #kitesurf #kite #bhfyp

The bora, the origin of the most violent wind in the Mediterranean The bora is the most violent and turbulent wind in Italy and in the entire basin of the Mediterranean Sea, and also one of the most studied winds in the world.  It can often blow in gusts exceeding 130 km / h. #wind #nature #sea #photography #sky #waves #love #beach #sun #clouds #windsurfing #summer #surf #water #kitesurfing #windy #rain #travel #windsurf #sunset #storm #sailing #ocean #landscape #kiteboarding #naturephotography #weather #kitesurf #kite #bhfyp

 I like the sea in winter.  He puts in the waves, I put in the thoughts.  (Fabrizio Caramagna)  Lying on the sand of the winter sea, opening your hands to the sun and letting your identity evaporate.  (Fabrizio Caramagna)  The sea in winter has a magic that summer will never understand.  (lucastadiva, Twitter)  I like the sea in winter because it is for a few.  (ilCinzio, Twitter)  There are parts of me that exist only when the wind blows from the west and the sea is stormy and the clouds run fast in a sky full of wonder and strange colors.  (Fabrizio Caramagna) #beach #sea #nature #summer #italy #travel #photooftheday #sun #love #beautiful #instagood #photography #sunset #picoftheday #landscape #sky #travelphotography #holiday #italia #instagram #travelgram #vacation #photo #mare #amazing #blue #clouds #instatravel #playa #trip

The Winter Sea Landward the breakers roll and run, The gray-white ospreys near and flee, Beneath the long slant winter sun Beside the winter sea. With chilly gleam the shingle shines; The sand with icy umber glows; Back from the beach the stunted pines Stand somber in the snows. The horizon shows a steely glint,– A line of pickets white patrolled; The empty zenith holds the hint Of cruelty and cold. The north-wind clarions; ’tis a dirge, A requiem, a threnody, Keyed to the sad sound of the surge Beside the winter sea.

The winter season has many positive sides: Christmas, hot chocolate, days spent skiing and wrapping yourself up in warm blankets.  If, however, all this is not for you, it is also the right time to take advantage of the holidays and go to the beach in winter. 

If there is a moment of the day that is particularly magical and romantic, that is sunset, when the sun hides behind the horizon to give way to the night and the moon. Better than a sunset there is only a sunset over the sea, with the sun reflecting off the water and giving us a majestic show of lights and colors.

Imagine being at the sea: in the cold season, the silence is interrupted only by the relaxing breaking of the waves and, at first, the empty beaches seem unusual, compared to how we are used to seeing them in summer.  To be enchanted, however, just stop for a moment and immerse yourself in the almost suspended and poetic atmosphere.  We believe that, in this period, the sea in the Marche is truly fascinating

Imagine being at the sea: in the cold season, the silence is interrupted only by the relaxing breaking of the waves and, at first, the empty beaches seem unusual, compared to how we are used to seeing them in summer.  To be enchanted, however, just stop for a moment and immerse yourself in the almost suspended and poetic atmosphere.  We believe that, in this period, the sea in the Marche is truly fascinating. 

At sunrise in Selinunte. Akropolis is dressed in splendor, an awakening of nature here you feel: the sea and the countryside smells. The sun decorates the temples in Selinunte, the moon pounds, the sea is silver, the stars make the park more welcoming, the world actually comes to ... dream. As the sun sets in Selinunte the sky between stars and moon seems fairy; everything was here or there is nothing left even the temples hidden by the ... dune. Chora Selinunte So remaining is a fake project, free Akropoli, and the Park, remove the large fence with bulldozers, equip the port for the expected landing. If I am intrigued, I am not a drunkard, but it is not right to engage in memory; the surface was a brain that wanted to tumulate (alas!) the story.  A poem by Ignazio Butera Selinunte Akropoli , Via Selinunte, 91022, Castelvetrano, TP, Italy . Selinunte was an ancient Greek city on the south-western coast of Sicily in Italy. It was situated between the valleys of the Cottone and

The stop of time. Sometimes it has happened to everyone to feel as if out of time, absent for a moment from the world and from themselves. A condition not only physical but, also and above all, metaphysics. Everything we know, see, hear, believe we know, see and hear no longer exists. Montegranaro The Messenger of Nature Photo and Copyright By Giulia Baldassarri Travel is the traveler in Italy itravelinitaly.com Still Morning It appears now that there is only one age and it knows nothing of age as the flying birds know nothing of the air they are flying through or of the day that bears them up through themselves and I am a child before there are words arms are holding me up in a shadow voices murmur in a shadow as I watch one patch of sunlight moving across the green carpet in a building gone long ago and all the voices silent and each word they said in that time silent now while I go on seeing that patch of sunlight. Still Morning" by W.S. Merwin, from Collected P

Marina di Altidona The light of the clouds with a colorful winter sea Photo and Copyright By Baldassarri Giuseppe Travel is the traveler in Italy itravelinitaly.com The light of the clouds with a colorful winter sea. I like the winter sea. He puts the waves in it, I put my thoughts into it. Lie on the sand of the winter sea, open your hands to the sun and let your identity evaporate. The sea in winter has magic that summer will never understand. I like the winter sea because it is for a few. There are parts of me that exist only when the wind blows from the west and the sea is stormy and the clouds flow fast in a sky full of wonder and strange colors. Last shots and stories, continue here . The light of the clouds with a colorful winter sea. – Travel is the traveler looking for the soul of places