Italy was light and airy, a double relief from the atmosphere of drudgery which pervaded the Eastern European countries which I had just driven through. It was September 26th 1989. On parking the ever-reliable sixteen year old Volkswagen Beetle, I approached the central area of Venice via a water taxi. This brash, speedy and exhilarating ride was in contrast to the stately domain of St Mark's Square. Sketches were completed and photographs were taken. Later, under starlight, Venice appeared to be even more captivating than it was during the day and is, without any doubt, a very romantic location. I felt
lonely, as opposed to simply being alone.
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