A sunlit piazza in Venice, Italy. Stone paving, people crossing in every direction, the ornate façades of old buildings surrounding the square on all sides. BACK

A piazza in Venice, Italy

Somewhere in Venice — a square, on an ordinary daytime. The exact piazza is unnamed in the recording; somewhere in the sestieri, the kind of place that feels like it has always been there. The square is full. Footsteps cross stone in every direction, the sound particular to Venice — no cars, no tyres, just leather on paving. Voices layer over each other: Italian, and other languages, and laughter. A group of musicians plays nearby, the melody carrying easily across the open air, bouncing off stone walls on three sides. This is not the Venice of early morning, before the crowds. This is the city in full use — warm, loud, a little chaotic, completely itself.

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CC BY 4.0 — recorded by YOH

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outdoor italy urban square music europe

Recorded by YOH

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