And relax ...

And now it’s over, that frail travelling coincidence - yes: I found myself quoting Larkin (Whitsun Weddings) as we crossed the causeway into Venice and the spectacular train journey came to an end. It’s perhaps a way of anchoring myself in reality. And here we are: at the heart of La Serenissima.

An evening wander in the dusk gave me several atmospheric photos of St Marks, gondolas and such, but the photo I’ve chosen is the view from our hotel bar, where we enjoyed a prosecco under what looks like a full moon with one of the most iconic of views. And now I’m so legless I can barely think.

Buona notte!