In Venice, it is always raining. I'm happy about this. Venice would be less wonderful in the sun.
Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.
Venice is the perfect place for a phase of art to die. No other city on earth embraces entropy quite like this magical floating mall.
Venice is the most romantic place in the world but it's even better when there is no one around.
The city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.