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Underneath Day's azure eyes,
Ocean's nursling, Venice lies,
A peopled labyrinth of walls,
Amphitrite's destined halls.
-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
We stayed at the Hotel Danieli, the oldest in the city - the first photo you are looking at is the view from the first floor. It was built in the 1400s, and is near to a now defunct prison where we were told Casanova had escaped from. Filled with red carpets, chandeliers, sweeping drapes on long windows, and antiques, the old-world charm permeated our romantic stay. Even the keys to the Danieli rooms dangle from a very large red tassel, and we were always trying to find a place to tuck it away, so imagine our surprise when we found we had accidentally brought it with us after arriving back in Rome. We couldn't imagine how to mail it, but it makes for a nostalgic souvenir.
All of Venice gives the sense of having stepped into an oil painting; paint peeling and cracked on impressionist-shaded buildings and water reflections make the scene appear as if it were done with a palette knife. The ubiquitious gondola is inevitably navigated by a lithe and acrobatic individual, and we saw one
Old World Charm
Shades and silhouettes of a bygone era run deftly over the tops of parked gondolas to reach his.
Look for more of our pictorial of Venice in the weeks to come.
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