Lost in Venice
To build a city where it is impossible to build a city is madness in itself, but to build there one of the most elegant and grandest of cities is the madness of genius.
The moment you step into Venice, you magically travel back in time hundreds of years. As if time did not exist, intricate architecture and Palazzos spark fantasies of elegant princesses, opulent masquerades and handsome Casanovas.
It is easy to get lost in the hundreds of narrow alleys, that rob you of your inner compass and your senses. Turning left and right, just to find a canal at the end of the alley leading nowhere. Venice is an intoxicating mixture of sights, sounds and smells. It makes you dizzy with a sensory overload of all the beautiful madness.
It is like a treasure hunt … behind every corner, you find a breathtaking view of Venetian history. A bridge, gondolas, a church, a café or a simple alley filled with sunlight and shadows.
To experience such overwhelming beauty in one city, is like a bouquet of a thousand flowers to one’s soul. I am unable to fathom so much elegance and history, and unable to believe it wasn’t just a dream.