A thousand years their cloudy wings expand by stefangrosjean

"I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter’s wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O’er the far times, when many a subject land Look’d to the winged Lion’s marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!" ~Lord Byron That's how I like Venice the best: Middle of the night, cold weather, heavy rain, high tide, black water ... and no people. That's when the ghosts of the unlikeliest of all cities come back and whisper about the dark ages. via 500px http://j.mp/1ztis5i