Merchants of Venice
I don’t see why Paris is the city of love, because Venice should have that honour. Yes, it’s full of tourists and yes, it’s quite dirty and manky in a lot of parts, but that’s part of the charm of it all. A city to really get lost in. Literally. There are so many alleyways in this city, if you do not have a map and a good visual memory, you will get lost. The city is a labyrinth. We walked around in circles on countless times. There’s quite a buzz during the day, especially late in the afternoon when the city is packed full of people, but I prefer it at night when everyone has gone home (usually outside of Venice, as the only people who actually live in Venice are oldies), and when you get lost down the alley ways. There’s something ghostly and eerie about Venice in the dark. The streets are abandoned and hardly any lights are on. You could almost feel the ghost of Venice’s past come out and roam the streets.
Besides the alleys and canals, we visited San Marco Plaza, where the basicilla resides. Apparently Saint Mark’s relics lie there beneath the alter somewhere when they were stolen from Alexandria back in the 11th century.
City of romance wouldn’t have been complete with a gondola ride at sunset with my partner in crime. 100 euros for a half hour ride seemed pretty steep, so I won’t be rushing to do that again anytime soon.