...that of a lump of sugar in hot tea. (10 images)
The water level in the Venetian lagoon had risen again that evening. Aware of the increased level of threat, the motor-boat we were in, speedily navigated the overflowing canals towards the Venice city center. We all huddled together in the glass enclosure on the upper deck. A quiet but persistent rain slithered on the glass around us, conjuring up visions of the city of Venice. Visions that were mythic, and also imminent. Bringing to mind John Ruskin's ruminations, "The rate at which...