Venice has no cars or motorcycles or busses to spew exhaust fumes. There are no phone poles or traffic lights to remind us of the 21st century. After dark the streets are completely deserted. No tourists, no locals, no honking horns or ringing cell phones. Occasionally we would wander upon a small crowd laughing in the dim light of a restaurant. When we turned the corner, the perfume of lapping water would envelope us once again. Our footsteps softly echo. This eerie yet absolutely fascinating atmosphere transported us back to the 14th century every night we stepped out of the hotel.
Our second night in Venice we stumbled across a roof top lounge as deserted as the streets below. Surrounded by tropical plants, we sat in a swing sipping wine, listening to soft music and watching the stars. We made a habit of this glorious place every night after dinner. We laughed and shared stories with the staff as they led us on tasting after tasting of exotic rum and wine.
By the light of the moon, we found ourselves loving Venice and each other even more.
