Who can tell from the air what a mysterious and wonderful place Venice can be, she said, my friend Pam, in a comment on this blog.
Yes, I thought. Yes. It is a perfect description of this beautiful floating city, with its bridges and waterways, gondolas and oars. Worn and knowing, Venice makes no apologies for the secrets she keeps. They waft through the alleyways, slipping quietly behind shadows, tucking under eaves, fading just out view as the visitor rounds the corner.
They linger there, no doubt, waiting and watching. You know it.
You feel it.
What’s more, you want to be a part of it, the mystery that is Venice. Spend an afternoon in the ancient city and your own secrets knock at the door, longing to come out, and play.
She pulled me into her lair, this gorgeous city, and as Day Four dawned, the last thing I wanted to do was leave. But Como called. And so we headed North.
earlier posts on Venice: