Sweet satisfaction
My fascination with Venice goes back a long way. Many years ago, when I was just 21 and had completed a 12-month sabbatical in Southern Italy, I found myself on my way to London. I had a little time up my sleeve, so I asked my learned older cousin, Liliana Di Certo, for advice on what I thought would be a difficult question – where should my next stop in Italy be? I’d been to Rome and Milan several times, but hadn’t ventured far beyond these cities or the southern region of Calabria, the birthplace of my father. “Liliana, I only have a few days. Where do you think I should go: Florence or Venice?” She didn’t hesitate. “Venice. You are going to Venice and I am going to organise it. In Florence, you have to line up to see the art. Yes, it’s amazing when you get in and see it, but in Venice, is art.” And so my obsession with the floating city was born. Little did I know that Venice would continue
