“To build a city where it is impossible to build a city is madness in itself, but to build there one of the most elegant and grandest of cities is the madness of genius.” (-Alexander Herzen)
Several years ago, I spent some time in this most magical of places that's like no other, and I was captivated as so many others have been.
I was there during the summer months, when the evening cafe concert music filled the Piazza San Marco, and the gentle waters lapped against the square. The pigeons that flocked to the square during the daylight hours disappeared for the night. In their place, people danced to the sounds of the dueling musicians around the piazza, and the Caffe Florian, built in 1720, with its ballooning white curtains over arched colonnades, opened its arms to me, as it has to visitors for centuries.
There is something so different in
the world, that you leave at
once all accustomed habits and
everyday sights to enter an