Here’s a shot from the immensely crowded Piazza di San Marco in Venice. Sometimes, if you go at the right time, you can find some quiet corners, even in these larger squares.

I stood on two corners for the next 45 minutes or so and tried to make photos of Parisians making their way in the rain. Their umbrellas were all different and the rain became the drama that the light wasn’t.

The temperature was whatever perfect is. It was idyllic and simple. Slow life presenting itself in the most beautiful way possible. That’s how I remember it.

As I walked, the overcast sky started to open, and the evening sun started peeking through. It was golden and glowing, it felt religious and deliberate.