
A. and I went for a short trip to Venice this week, a sort of belated honeymoon loosely planned from last year.
We booked a small family owned hotel which was on one of the smaller canals and had been recently renovated and decorated in traditional Venitian style - as this was our first trip to the city we paid a little extra to get a larger room with a canal view.....only they didn't tell us that the canal had been drained for repairs and we had a view of mud, plastic sheeting and scaffolding..some you win..
After that little disappointment and the realisation that, despite it being November, the place was full of a million other tourists with a million and 1 tacky shops and stalls to cater for all our souvenir needs, we wondered if we'd made a mistake going there at all..

It was only when night fell and the streets emptied that I 'got' the Venetian magic and charm.
Music from a church across the square, footfall on the narrow streets, the eerie light from a side canal as a gondolier slowly makes his last journey of the evening, a chandelier lighting a fabulous building, distant voices and laughter. Perfect.
I loved this city. I loved the postal delivery boat, with letters piled unfeasibily high whilst the boat bobbed and lilted in the wake, I loved Telecom Italia's little red boat, I loved watching the builders piling rubble onto their boat, I loved the surly restaurant staff, I loved the little dogs with their cute little winter jackets and pyjamas, I loved the artisans with their quaint ateliers down narrow lanes, I loved the vaporetto, I loved the sounds, I loved the colours, I loved the textures, I loved the beauty and I loved the decay.

I dreamt fabulous dreams and awoke with fabulous ideas, I think it's love....