Venice is all sea and sculpture.
Elsewhere in Italy is the lovely city of Venice, which each year attracts millions of visitors despite the fact that it is basically an enormous open sewer.
...the tourist Venice is Venice.
I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
Venice, Italy, is one of my favorite cities, a place I've been lucky enough to visit twice.
Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints.
In memory Venice is always magic.
My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!
Venice is beautiful, but like a Bergman movie is beautiful; you can admire it, but you don't really want to live in it.
Venice is a cheek-by-jowl, back-of-the-hand, under-the-counter, higgledy-piggledy, anecdotal city, and she is rich in piquant wrinkled things, like an assortment of bric-a-brac in the house of a wayward connoisseur, or parasites on an oyster-shell.
