Fairest among women – Venice – formerly powerful and rich.
You are still impressive, Lady Venice, but… only from a distance
The years pass rapidly, Your skin withers, becomes more parchment, and thin and finally bursts and drops off with the lumps of plaster. Meanwhile the time arrives more and more with the waving years, and Your cosmetologist is already losing his patience in despair. There are plenty of more younger potential clients.
Year after year the population decreases for several thousands. The rest is trying to make the last profit from Your remaining Glories setting unthinkable prices for half-hour muddy channel travel,
singing songs for their guests,
blowing glass for them
and carefully getting the organized travellers into the places that still hold their facades – such and such person used to live here and somebody there…
Not lives, but used to.
A lousy damp mold creeps up from the stairs through the gorgeous snow-white marble of the Procuration, and there are no cosmetic aids equal to stop it because it has the powerful allies – time and salty damp.
You are trying to stick up with your former glories – You reverted to the ancient carnival,
but the time-water is inexorable.
A curious travellers only needs to turn off a beaten path and here comes the other side of Venice sinking.
The teeth crippled by the sea-age, and there are no more strength, money and the desire to renew them.
But even there the atmosphere is still filled with the charm.
People flatter You, Venice, admire, but You understand that it’s only out of courtesy because to admire You is the fashion. You know yourself for sure that the past is dead. You sadly look at everyone from the height of Your greatness, but still take the compliments – because You are a Woman and will be a Woman even under 40 meters of turbid and salty water.
You still cook wonderful and happy not only to feed your loyal admirers, but to make it tasty.
You used to be one of the most beautiful and richest ladies in Europe,
but Paris, Vienna and Rome had better luck – they were not whelmed two times a year, their feet stayed out of the acid green solution. While You struggled with this lagoon again and again, but there is a limit.
There are just some remnants of streets and walls of your great men – Mycenae, Angkor and Machu Picchu, – but what would You, Lady Venice, leave behind You? Only water!…
And millions of pictures taken by the admired generations of travellers.