Walking through Venice at night, through the mist, past Guicci and Prada shops, past a high end art shop with a 4' by 4' portrait of a woman's face done in black and white blown glass, past the Rialto Bridge, and past St. Marcs, to the waiting water taxi at the edge of the Canal, was like encountering a fairy-tale world.
Perhaps the dog, sitting on the edge of the bow in the boat traveling behind us on our way back to our hotel knew something we didn't, but the etherial quality of the evening generated a peace that passeth understanding.
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