To be frank, I have to say that I find it super hard to write this post. There is this imaginary, Perfect Venice in everyone’s mind. Venice praised beyond reality. The spectacular Venice. The most beautiful city in the world. And then there’s me.
I used to. When I was a young and innocent Girl I always thought it would be in Venice where I would say “yes” to the popped question. This is no longer a valid dream. Not only because I’m neither young neither naive. But I think there are better places!
Venice is an amazing place. One of its kind. A rare species to play with worlds. A rare species endangered with extinction. I do agree with Thomas Mann. Venice is “half fairy tale and half tourist trap”. Maybe it’s my high expectations to blame for me not falling for the charm of this magical, misty and atmospheric city.
It is not like I hate it but there was something missing. Like two people who seem perfect for each other but there is no spark. And Venice seems like a perfect match for me. A great city with amazing architecture. A rich historical and cultural heritage. Awfully stroll-able and with amazing coffee served in the morning. The Peggy Guggenheim Museum should have done it for me on its own!
The breathtaking mix of Byzantine, Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque. Creates a sui generis cityscape. Picturesque. Extraordinary. An artistic and structural masterpiece. It all goes without saying.
Venice is rotten, decayed, sinking, vanishing bit by bit every year. I’m sure there is something appealing about living in this city. I myself do feel sorry for the people leaving there. In this city of no progress, no chance and no future.
They say that nothing quiet prepares you for Venice and this is true. Nothing does. Standing in the middle of Piazza San Marco I can imagine this city being the centre of European culture. A leader in trade between Europe and the Orient and the trend-setter of its times.
The magnificent Basilica di San Marco. A living testimony to links with Byzantium. The glorious Doge’s Palace. The closed Clock Tower and Campanile – utter disappointment. All are spectacular. And that is only St. Mark’s Square.
Then you have the Grand Canal. Galleria della Academia. The Peggy Guggenheim Museum. Rialto and Cannaregio. Not to mention Lido or Murano. The ice cream is to die for. Razzle dazzle cafes and iconic gondolas to take you around intriguing waterways. But the closer you look the stranger and more putrid it becomes.
So while having lunch with my parents in Florian, which got prolonged until aperitivo time. I was completely lost in my thoughts. At first thinking about all those great times when Goethe, Byron or the Quardi boycotters were hanging around out here. Then about coming up with a new ‘perfect engagement place’.