Unguided Tour Page #2

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I do remember.

Don't interrupt me.

Let's visit the church,

if it's not closed.

Let's visit the cemetery.

Let's go see the regatta.

There's a concert at La Fenice.

How do you decide where to go?

By playing roulette with my memory.

It's always this way.

At first, I'm not so impressed.

But afterwards...

After a few days...

I'm in tears.

I can't love a past trapped in

my memories like a souvenir.

There's always something ineffable

in the past.

Don't you think so?

In all its original glory.

Indispensable legacy

of a cultured woman.

You're making a fool of me.

- No...

I'm making a fool of myself.

I should be grateful.

So we agree?

I don't consider devotion to the past

as a form of snobbery.

It's just one of the most devastating

forms of unrequited love.

Attention.

Will the cemetery priest please

go to the sixteenth enclosure.

Will the cemetery priest please

go to the sixteenth enclosure.

Attention.

Three workmen to enclosure n.8.

Three workmen to enclosure n.8.

It is said that a trip is a great

opportunity to restore a bruised love.

Or rather, the worst.

With feelings similar to pieces of shrapnel

half-extracted from a wound.

Opinions.

And the rivalry of opinions.

Desperate love practices in the hotel

during the golden, summery afternoons.

Room service.

But you used to be so full of hope.

Prisons and hospitals

brim over with hope.

But not charter planes

and exclusive hotels.

Yes?

What do you like, Madame?

What do you need?

What do you need?

Yes... no, for a...

for the double room.

Yeah.

No, I'm sure, Madame.

The day after we are full up.

Only for one night, Madame.

It's up to you.

I don't know, Madame.

No, because the weekend,

with the hotel we're full up in Venice.

One moment...

Where are you from, Madame?

Mrs. Ross...

Double room with bath.

Double with bath or shower?

One moment, Madame, please.

For three nights it's possible.

What time do you arrive, Madame?

You arrive at 6 o'clock in the morning?

But the room is not ready

till after 12 o'clock.

Till after 12 o'clock, Madame.

That's alright.

In any case, we keep the room

not later than 12 o'clock in the afternoon.

Bye-bye, thank you.

Were you moved, sometimes?

Of course I was.

I still am.

You should be careful

to not ask yourself

if these pleasures are superior

to the ones of the last year.

They never are.

It must be the seduction of past again.

But just wait until

now becomes then.

You'll see how happy we were.

I don't expect to be happy.

I love you.

And my heart is beating.

Mine too.

The main thing is that we're

strolling together under this arch.

That we're strolling...

That we're looking...

That it's wonderful.

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