This was Venice, the flattering and suspect beauty – this city, half fairy tale and half tourist trap, in whose insalubrious air the arts once rankly and voluptuously blossomed, where composers have been inspired to lulling tones of somniferous eroticism.
[ Thomas Mann, Death in Venice ]
Ready for a tale of sea, ancient walls and gondolas?
Sunday is day full of promise: the weekend is still on, perhaps you had lots of fun the night before, and hopefully the sun is shining and the skies are of that particular vivid shade of blue.
And if you’re very lucky, you wake up in Paris.
Don’t be fooled by the frocks that I’ve got…
I’m still the Lady from the block!
You can take the girl away from the sea, but you can’t ever take away the sea from her eyes.