09 Nov

I’ve heard Venice described as a place that should not exist, a city that by all accounts continuously defies logic. There is no place quite like Venice, no city, town, or villa that appears so out of place in this world. I almost wish that before I’d been there I had never seen a postcard or sat through a film containing images of this surreal world, a world that to a regular city dweller looks completely flipped inside out. Imagine the wonder and amazement at a place so magical that scaffolding defies gravity and getting to a destination becomes not an act of mere human transport but a true disappearing act where one moment you’re at a point and the next, who knows. Some say that Venice is a decaying carcass of what it once was, that the city is dying because it really never should have been born but it’s the magic of Venice that keeps it alive. People come to Venice in search of the other; a world separate from their own. People leave their cars behind with no hesitation and willingly lose themselves in the veins of the city, whether on foot or by boat is their own prerogative but the outcome is the same. Venice is Venice and nowhere else in this way; in the way that only Venice inspires stories and awakens the imagination and makes one truly question what is possible and what is not.