Venice Chronicles

There was a respectful silence in the church, and apart from the occasional shuffling of hands to rub off the...

It’s a wonderful sunny day and I head straightaway to the Jason Bell photography exhibition after my university exam. Overlooking...

That Saturday night Venetians eat outside, preferably on water. On improvised tables made of wooden boards covered with tablecloths and...

Venice is made of many dreams. Il Redentore is the most phantasmagoric of all Venetian festivities. Celebrated every year only in...

I like what Henry James wrote about Venice, but until tonight I never liked his famous phrase that Venice was...

I am walking through the streets of the Burano Island. It is a sunny day. A soft wind is blowing....

Looking up the shiny surface of One Canada Square I was thrown back to my memories from 25 years ago....