HERBERT LONDON: VENICE: CITY OF DREAMS
Venice: City of Dreams by Herbert I. London
http://www.hudson-ny.org/2279/venice-city-of-dreams
Venice is more than a city; it is the embodiment of the human spirit. Each day nature sends rising tides to test the resilience of this remarkable place. Barriers have been placed at sea to guard the land, but nature is relentlessly testing Venetian mettle.
It is hard to believe that this island metropolis is built on piles, and stands below sea level. When the rainy season begins, Piazza St Marco becomes a lake that is negotiated with a row boat. Venetians take this for granted. Every native has a pair of floaters in anticipation of flooding. Yet there are very few that would change places with those on the mainland, as the escalating price of property suggests.
Tourism is yet another challenge. Carrying their backpacks,, hordes march through the narrow streets in search of Tintoretto, gelatos, gondola rides and the romance of Casanova. It is amazing that the Bridge of Sighs can tolerate the weight of photographers trying to capture a moment of the past. As there isn’t any rhyme or reason for the street design; tourists are in a perpetual state of confusion: a couple from Boston kept returning to the same spot even though they claimed to have taken a different route over an hour of desperate turns.
Of course, getting lost in Venice is one of the great joys in life. There is always a church you haven’t encountered before. Or maybe you find the piazza in the movie “Summertime” where Kathryn Hepburn fell in the canal only to be rescued by Rossano Brazzi.
Venice surprises. Like the masks worn at Carnivale, the real Venice hides behind upscale shops and museums with priceless art. In November, when fog engulfs the city and drizzle is in the air, the real Venice appears. Without motor vehicles, the sound of the city is bells. The tourists are in distant places. Stores are closed. The silence is breathtaking; the city is in hibernation soon to awaken in June when the tourists leave the train station and board the vaparettos along the Grand Canal.
In June the flowers are in bloom, water taxis have been removed from the caves of buildings and the gondoliers are back. This is the beginning of the commercial time, a period of prosperity that lasts about four months. For most Venetians, you make it then or you don’t.
While Venice lives in the past, it is not immune to fashionable opinion. On the Piazza Stefano can be found the Open University of Diversity. The Guggenheim museum features modern art arguably too vanguardish for the Whitney. And every Venetian has a cell phone in perpetual use. It is the Italian way.
Yet what most find appealing is not the present, but the past. The Doge’s Palace and the Galileo Tower attract many more tourists than the Guggenheim Museum. Even the Jewish ghetto tells a story of oppression and recovery over centuries. Four hundred Jews today keep the story of the Jewish Venetian past alive.
Venice speaks to history. Napoleon was a benefactor for the great centers of artistic achievement. Leaders from around the world gravitated to this center of canals. There are cities with more canals than Venice – such as Amsterdam – but none possess the mystery, the intoxicating sensuality of Casanova’s birthplace.
As the gondoliers press their way along the canals “Volare” is played on recording devices, confirming a stereotype for first time visitors. Yet there are few moments more rewarding than sipping a cold Bellini with real peach juice on the balcony off the Grand Canal as gondolas float gracefully by suggesting that God, at least an Italian God, is in his heaven and much is right with the world.
Venice defies nature, but affirms life. She floats to a melody of her own creation that seems to attract visitors from every corner of the globe. If Venice is ever overcome by the sea, the world will suffer. But one cannot envision that day: Venice exudes the spirit and energy of mankind which cannot be dethroned.
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