THE FLOATING CITY

City of awe. City of sighs. City of dreams. One never knows what will happen in a place so cunningly composed of earth, sky, and sea. The siren call of these magical islands trumpets down the pathways of memory long after the cries of gondoliers and street sellers have faded from the grand canals. The watcher in the shadows knows. He is prepared for every eventuality: floods, intrigue, love, fog, snow, art, sunshine, moonlight, mystery, ice, and rain. This, after all, is Venice.