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Somewhere in the night, water is lapping on cold stones, echoing against crumbling walls that hide another world you can only imagine. A woman's voice calls out in the lonely night. A sad sound.
Venice, the Serinissima, the Republic, the city in the Lagoon,
canals for streets, gondolas like black birds bob at rest, or
cut through slimy water. Where are they going? Who rides at night
to a rendez-vous that can only be guessed at? Lover, hater, scoundrel,
Italian, whoever. Venice is a beautiful woman, with her secrets,
with both a beautiful and a dirty side. Her lipstick may be smudged,
yet she still has panache. She still can seduce and mystify.
Young and old, wise and innocent. Mysterious. Click on Mask icon
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