The rain was heavy, violent. Drops the size of ping pong balls. “Only 5 minutes“, my driver confidently assured me it would last. “Quick, run!“. We made for the car. Sadly there had been a miscommunication; it was the car that was five minutes away.
The ferry is inching slowly forward, almost at a halt, for apparently there’s speed limits on the ocean as well. The city is close now, and the excitement amongst the passengers is rising. Outside, on larges poles, seagulls are majestically observing the traffic; clearly showing whose territory this really is. Rounding another corner and there it is; Piazza San Marco. Suddenly all sense of reality seems to evaporate. What strange and magical place is this? [ Continue reading… ]