Author’s Note
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Author’s NoteWhen I was in Venice for Easter 1982, I was vividly aware of the light, which differs from any other place I have visited except Greece. It is a particularly clear light with an intensity that is mysterious and enchanting.
Venice is a dream city and every time one goes there it is more beautiful than one remembered it to be.
This time I was entranced by the soft mist over the water first thing in the morning, the sun glittering on the mosaics outside San Marco, the candles flickering inside. Candles, too, in the magnificent banqueting hall of the Palazzo Contarini Polignac, when the Duc Decazes gave a dinner party for me.
Will Venice survive? Forever and always in the hearts of those who love her.
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