I am currently plagued by a condition called „Wanderlust“. It is summer. It is warm enough at my place but there is a growing desire to see new places, to escape the daily life, to relax and forget the mundane and endless cycle of work, household chores, and rising early. It is not possible at the moment so I enjoy a vicarious satisfaction by looking at paintings of places I would love to see. Mainly Venice. I don’t know why Venice in particular. Maybe because it’s beautiful? Because it resonates with me? I don’t know. (And to be completely honest: Venice in pictures and paintings is superior to being at that…