And what I have noticed is that, by listening to her, truly letting her seep into you, Venice makes you moody too.
If you are in tune with Venice, her melancholy is contagious. Before you know it, you are carried into her rhythm and reverie. If you are alone with her, with no one by your side to drown out those sensations with conversations, it is all the more dramatic.
You breathe differently. Your pace changes. Your thoughts come from your heart. You may even feel wrapped in a dreamlike stupor as you walk, and walk, and walk, up bridges, down bridges, pausing, watching, feeling. Your senses are heightened and every slight occurrence has an effect on you, like it is with a person you are deeply infatuated with and feel deeply connected to.
And what is it? It is beyond reason. It is melancholy. It is nostalgia. It is the effect of the lagoon air. It is special.
And that is how you end up walking through parts of the city you’ve never walked through before – parts of the city you’re unsure to ever find again.