People have told me that they were disappointed withVenice. True, the vaporettas packed us in like sardines. The high tide seeped up through Saint Mark's famous expanse one morning. The day tours poured in and poured out, annoyingly touristic. A scoop of gelato that cost 2 Euro anywhere else in Italy cost 4 near the Academia bridge.
But then there was moonlight. Music with couples twirling. Lights flight over moving water. A lonely sax note floating above the bell tower. The muscled gorgeous boat men and the hauntingly romantic gondolas, so familiar from photos and movies, but so much better, real, humanly historic in person. Crumbling foundations and salt-scarred monuments, wrapped in the lap, lap, lap of seatide. And the famously famous Venice light.
I'd return in a moment.
