We are still in Genoa Italy, like in yesterday’s post about the smile of Columbus, this time to admire, to get impressed by the achievement of a sailing ship, a true galleon.
A great floating three-store-house, a fortress, an extra-terrestial epiphany, a book, almost a library.
Look, how many narrative motifs, how many figures of all shapes and colours, a stage full of still action, moving as a whole like a peageant.
We are two centuries later than the time of Columbus, his ships were not so big.
Not that it were the first time I saw a big sailer, more than once I saw them in Amsterdam.
But never I was so close to the ship’s grand figurehead.
Speachless, I let you admire the powerful giant