Despite my initial misgivings that I wouldn’t like Venice, I must say that a slow afternoon here is like walking through a painting. There is hardly a street or canal without a beautiful view, though I can’ t speak so highly of the smell. As Venice uses the tide as its primary sewage system, a malodorous breeze surges between the buildings twice a day.
As we sat in a bar Americano today, one of the few places to buy beer on tap, enjoying the charming dilapidation of the city’s architecture, we were struck with the unpleasant scent of public bathrooms. As we stood on the edge of a side canal, watching our small view of the Grand Canal during the Regata Storica, we noticed the occasional tang in the air, mingled with the salty bouquet of the ocean. And while we were relaxing in the Piazza San Marco, we picked up on subtle notes of wastewater in the air.
Don’t let me lead you astray, however, for there’s nothing more pleasant than sitting along one of the many side canals of Venice with a slice of pizza, away from the hordes of turisti, tourists, reflecting on the beauty of life. But every city has its disadvantages, right?