I had been to Venice only a month before, when the sky was a perfect blue and the piazzas were bathed in a tepid winter sun. Waiting for the train this February day, though, it was a frigid 4 degrees with heavy fog rolling across the railway platform.
When I arrived for the few hours I had available, the city was eery, magically so, as the canals disappeared into a veil of white, and boats and gondolas emerged ... (more)

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