Venezia, tell me who I am, but not who I was.

“The rhythm in Venice is like breathing,” he said. “High water, high pressure: tense. Low water, low pressure: relaxed. Venetians are not at...

Remarkable how much can be jammed into eight short days! Still… I did not manage to do the little personal things that meant the most to me ...

I am almost jumping out of my skin! Tonight I return to Venice. It’s just for a brief holiday. I will be a tourist again, and it seems like ...

It’s the two-column list, that trusty old tool we use for seeing how everything turned out when it’s all over. A personal P&L. Here’s h...

Strange. Something I was not expecting… a sense of disbelief that any of this happened at all, that I ever had a home and a life in Venice, ...

What’s wrong with this picture? Yup. It’s another illusion. This time the windowsill is that of my New York brownstone, and the ceramic impo...

Yesterday morning I took my last look at La Serenissima from the window of my New York-bound jet. As we climbed higher, I could easily make ...