Ten years ago today, December 26th 2004, I was guiding my two sons through the streets of Venice. Along with their grandparents, we’d decided to spend Christmas in that beautiful city. Our visit coincided with the ‘aqua alta’ – the high tides that require St Marks Square to temporarily put out raised planks of wood that form makeshift boardwalks to allow tourists to avoid getting wet. It had been cold and dank in Venice so, truth be told, we were ready to head back to the UK. The minor inconvenience of an entirely predictable high tide was put into sharp perspective, …
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