She followed the calle down to a wooden bridge. On either side of the narrow canal washing lines stretched between the high buildings and looking down she saw knickers, petticoats, jumpers, overalls, perfectly reflected in the dull green water. Boats covered in tarpaulins, roped and tied across like parcels, were moored along the buildings' weedy sides.
The book: Miss Garnet's Angel by Salley Vickers, page 207.
The photograph [click to enlarge]: The exact same place in Venice -- on the bridge that leads to the Jewish Ghetto -- that Vickers describes in the quote above. Photo taken by kimbofo, 31 October 2006.
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