Summary
Airports are the dreariest places on earth. And Verona's sparse version, little more than a hangar full of confused foreigners being looked down on by sexy Italians, is no different. But if you're going to Italy you've got to get there somehow. Once in the blazing sun, I was bundled into a chauffeur-driven Jag which was handled cautiously by Valentino, the most (only?) careful motorist in all of Italy, who swiftly took me through the vineyard-spangled landscape to my first destination - Venice. Venice is crazy. It's famously stunning, and doesn't disappoint. There is almost too much for the eye to take in. Everywhere you look is gorgeous ancient architecture.
Quite how most of the buildings remain standing is a mystery. If Venice was in the UK it would have been pulled down on health and safety grounds years ago.See the full content of this document
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The Love Boats
You could spend weeks exploring its seemingly endless maze of back streets, many of which are just a few feet wide. Wonderfully, there are no cars. Making the roads out of water sorted that.
Hardly anyone lives there though - just 62,...See the full content of this document
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