A lone gondolier cuts a silver path across the water, the oar whispering rhythms against black glass. Night drapes the canal in velvet; the city’s facades, pale and patient, lean in to listen. Lanterns scatter warm coins of light along stone, each reflection trembling like a secret. The gondola’s varnished curve glides beneath low bridges and floral balconies, carrying the hush of centuries.
A lone gondolier cuts a silver path across the water, the oar whispering rhythms against black glass. Night drapes the canal in velvet; the city’s facades, pale and patient, lean in to listen. Lanterns scatter warm coins of light along stone, each reflection trembling like a secret. The gondola’s varnished curve glides beneath low bridges and floral balconies, carrying the hush of centuries.