Welcome to Venice
Venice should not exist. It was built on marshy islands in a lagoon by people fleeing the mainland, on millions of wooden piles driven down through mud into firm clay, and it went on from there to run a maritime empire for over a thousand years — the Republic lasted from the eighth century until Napoleon ended it in 1797. There are no roads. There are no cars. Everything, including the post, the rubbish, the building materials and the ambulances, moves by boat or on foot over some four hundred bridges.
The consequence for a visitor is that Venice is the one European city where the layout itself is the attraction. St Mark's Basilica is covered inside with something in the order of eight thousand square metres of gold-ground mosaic and carries four bronze horses looted from Constantinople in 1204. The Doge's Palace next door holds one of the largest canvas paintings in the world. But the thing people actually remember is walking for an hour through alleys barely wide enough for two people, crossing bridges over green water, and coming out into a square with a well-head in the middle and nobody in it.
The city has a real problem with its own popularity, and it is worth understanding before you arrive. Some twenty million visitors a year arrive in a historic centre whose resident population has fallen below fifty thousand, and the municipality has trialled an access fee for day visitors on peak days. The single most useful thing any traveller can do about this is to stay overnight: between roughly six in the evening and ten in the morning, when the day boats and the cruise crowds are gone, Venice becomes a quiet residential city and one of the most extraordinary places in the world.
- Historic Site
- UNESCO Site
- Culture & Arts
- Coast & Beaches