A slow walk through Venice

Over a lazy Sunday lunch in the heart of France, Angelo turned to me.

‘Come stay in my apartment in Venice.’

I raised a skeptical eyebrow.

‘I won’t be there,’  he laughed, ‘You will have the place to yourself.’

And so on Monday evening I found myself in the heart of Venice, and for 10 days  had the freedom to roam its myriad tiny alleyways.

Come…take a walk with me …