Several years back I was in Senegal with a friend waiting to be served some lunch. The time was a little past midday, the weather of the hottish variety, we were the only ones in the restaurant and had been waiting over an hour when I spotted something that perturbed me. It was three women peeling potatoes.
In the early 1800s, scientists were working on a sci-fi-esque technology that would revolutionise the way people spoke to eachother. And getting nowhere with it. What they had to work with was a current: a continuous, stable electrical current. What they lacked was a way to turn this super-fast electricity into coherent communication. Lots of wacky ideas were put forward, but it wasn’t until the 1830s someone realised the trick might be quite simple: switching the thing off.
All is not as it seems in Venice in the weeks preceding Shrove Tuesday or Mardi Gras. Mystery and intrigue lurk around every corner, as everyone from lawyers, teachers, carpenters and dentists by day, unleash their alter egos by night. Intrepid’s Chotie Moloney discovered that throughout history orderly conduct has given way to indulgent behaviour during this flamboyant festival…
“Venetians adorned in black costumes with white masks and black tricorn hats would promenade through the streets and easily be mistaken for ghosts in the moonlight. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Thus was the magic of Carnevale di Venezia.