“And Polo said: “Every time I describe a city I am saying something about Venice.” (p. 86) How surprising! This means that all the cities described up to now were fractions of only one city: Venice. Now that I think of it: the canals, the windows, the canoes, and transportation by land or by water, the women singing, they all portray Venice from different perspectives. It all concludes in that all the cities turn out to be the same place: Venice. Also, I found it very interesting to see how Marco Polo depicts that as he describes Venice, he fears losing it from his memory. All the cities have that in common: they are told from memory and once you have absorbed that image of the city, you are stuck with it and have no opportunity to change it. Surprisingly, Marco Polo has managed to escape this concept and has been able to describe Venice to Kubai Khan as if it were a group of totally distinct cities.
When Polo describes Phyllis, with all its bridges and balustrades, he explains that for a visitor, it may appear as the greatest and most beautiful city of all, but once he is doomed to live there the rest of his life, he starts seeing the city from a totally different perspective. He says that “Soon the city fades before your eyes, the rose windows are expunged, the statues of the corbels, the dome.” (p. 90) This reminded me of how my parents and grandparents say that Rome and Venice are marvelous cities and that their sight, with their magnificent domes, narrow streets, imposing architecture, and amazing waterways, make these cities some of the greatest and most attractive places to visit in Europe. On the other hand, a friend who has lived 3 years in Venice, now finds none of these qualities in the city. On the contrary, he sees the city as a normal urban area where every aspect of it is the same: nothing changes. Life begins to be monotonous once you get used to it, making the individual loose the perception he came once living there. The same happens with New York: visitors find every aspect of it amusing, while locals no longer see it as they once used to see it. Just as Polo explains: “Your footsteps follow not what is outside the eyes, but what is within, buried, erased.” (p. 91) The people start viewing their city as what is stuck in their mind, not as what it truly is. This is how each person has a different view of the city, and the actual site is not seen by anyone, becoming as Calvino would say, invisible.