As I step into the brisk air from the hotel, on my first morning, I could see what all the fuss was all about. The light dances across the water as this ancient city wakes up. The inhabitants head to their working days, well before the tourist have stirred. The warm colours of the crumbling render on the front of the buildings make patterns that tell the history of its many years.
The thing about Venice is you just have to go with the flow, nothing is in a straight line and that’s the beauty of it. A sign says Rialto that way and on the next turning it says the opposite, it feels like you are walking in circles. But eventually, you find where you want to be with a little patience, its all part of the Venice charm.