I arrived following Corto Maltese footsteps, the famous Hugo Pratt cartoon character. For years I tried to resist the decadent charm of the lagoon city for quite banal and devoid question which has no interest at this moment. Once I started after the sailor steps in his adventures in the Serenissima an unknown interest started to invade me as also did the shadows of other illustrious visitors. There were Brodsky, Ruskin, Proust and Mann, Prendergast and Turner. Also its anonymous inhabitants provided with a definite life outside the vicissitudes of tourism. In such an appetizer called spritz is so common and inherent to its population as discomfort that occurs in an early garbage collection or with the harsh tides that draw visitors' attention but difficult extremely daily life.  It’s the charm and simultaneous inconvenience of living between a streets private of wheeled traffic. Beyond is Terraferma, the territories that once depended on the Republic in contradiction with its maritime spirit and that today make up the province of Veneto. There are the cities where the Renaissance left its mark, the walls of others who wanted to be impregnable and love stories such as those Shakespeare described supposedly inspired by Veronese story of Romeo and Juliet.