She wrapped the figurine in cotton. It was €100, but it was probably a bargain. The man who made it was sitting behind his work desk, a blue flame of heat in front of him. He was working the piece of glass with what looked like no effort, while talking to me, finding out about who I was. His eyes tell you where he’s from, the shape of the Venetians. His cropped silver hair tells you his age. In his seventies. His patience can be seen in the delicate glass animals he creates.
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She wrapped the figurine in cotton. It was €100, but it was probably a bargain. The man who made it was sitting behind his work desk, a blue flame of heat in front of him. He was working the piece of glass with what looked like no effort, while talking to me, finding out about who I was. His eyes tell you where he’s from, the shape of the Venetians. His cropped silver hair tells you his age. In his seventies. His patience can be seen in the delicate glass animals he creates.