Marco Polo enters a city: he sees someone in a square living a life or an instant that could be his; he could now be in that man's place, if he had stopped in time, long ago; or if, long ago, at a crossroads, instead of taking one road he had taken the opposite one, and after long wandering he had come to be in the place of that man in the square.
Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities...
Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities
The City of Fog MonetThe City of Light PissarroThe City of Water JankowskyThe City of the Moon and Star Aivazovsky
