My first sight of Venice is from the deck of a vapporetto heading for the Arsenale. It’s early May, spring turning to summer, and the sun still high in the late afternoon. Venice’s hallucinatory Adriatic sky reflects off the water, its light wavering on the fifty palazzis and seven churches of the Grand Canal, the Ducale and columns of the Basilica and the campanile of San Marco. It’s a Canaletto painting come to life, golden and luminous.
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