The Mask

 In the morning I decided to go to meet the dawn at San Marco. At 6-00, load a tripod, cameras, , and filters out of the water bus to San Marco and saw the following picture, all the picturesque places of the area were busy with masks, near which busily bustled photographers .. and, of happiness, not a tourist! I have a running into the process, forgetting about the dawn (which incidentally and was not) … Photographers rustled in command at all possible languages ??masks are happy to obey … Authoritative bearded guys with Hasselblad arranged master classes-such as money-bags … “Machine twirled! -happily flashed in my head while I’m on the move by changing lenses as the saiga antelope jumping from one mask to another … And not for nothing was jumping with people arriving every minute, but something I still have time …