I asked for a wine-glass and poured some Barbera to offer to the chef. Momentarily our cuisiniere appeared, a tall, stunningly beautiful young blond woman in gleaming whites smiling broadly with glass raised in friendly salute. Fondamenta San Felice. It wreaks a bit of havoc with your sense of perspective, your apprehension of space. Sunshine reflected every which way from undulating water bathes everything in a shimmering light.
Colors are somehow more vibrant.
At the Accademia, the museum showcase of the masters of Venetian Painting, you get a sense that the artists created their canvasses in this flood of wonderful color and light. The human body twists and turns in unlikely but elegantly balanced positions. Figures are crowded into the frame. Angels twist and contort in mid-air. Everything is bathed in a wonderful light.