You arrive at the city of Venice after travelling for ten hours of night and two of day – the city can only be approached at night, and entered shortly after dawn. In the day, the road in is impossible to find, and a few hours after dawn the city itself vanishes like a dream.
It is a city where saints are to be found in every street staring mournfully from candlelit alcoves, and where slow running fountains appear spontaneously from the ground whenever a traveller is thirsty.
This city is a marvel that the traveller does not want to leave. Even the sewery sweat of Venice smells sweet.