― Sometimes, when I'm in Venice, I hate it. Then I get home, and I wonder why on earth I wanted to go at all. It's expensive. The food is less than average. In summer it smells, winter it floods. It is a tourist trap of the highest proportions. Nobody really lives there anymore. It is a ghost town eating travellers souls, selling them breakable trinkets and carefully designed antique squalor, Italian french fries, american coffee, contrived opera and $100 rides in $10 boats. ∙ Then [...].