While visiting Venice, Italy over Winter break, I saw this:
and this:
I snapped both photos while I, myself, was wearing layers of clothes under my heavy winter coat on a very brisk December day. I kept wondering, “Will this laundry really dry? It is 32 degrees outside. If so, how long will it take?”
In Venice, laundry seems to be more than just a chore. It seems to be a work of art. First, it is pinned and moved along the pulley line to form a perfect composition. As each piece is hung, a piece never drops by accident or comes loose and falls to the sidewalk or canal below. Then, as it hangs, one piece next to another, a pattern is created. Like a border painted inside a room for decoration, a Venetian’s clean clothing decorates a building’s facade. Laundry Day brightens up the neighborhood!
Writing Stories by Sally 
That reminds me of my mother. All my life, Monday was wash day. Until I was 6, that meant hanging the wash outside “on the line.” She had a method of hanging the clothes so that “dainties” were concealed behind sheets and towels. There's nothing that smells better than fresh laundry that's been dried outside, except maybe homemade bread.
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What a nice and interesting observation, nice slice!
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