It is safe to say that our entrance into the historic city of Venice was one of the most unique experiences of our lives. A magical place where water outweighs land, you immediately surrender yourself to the sounds, smells and sights of Italy at its most opulent and eccentric.
We found ourselves thrown in at the deep end, whisked away in a water taxi, dodging gondolas and tourist ferries, gasping with joy at our surroundings. Venetians own these waters, and we are at their mercy. We set off south along the Grand Canal, making our way to our home for the evening, The Gritti Palace.
The Gritti Palace is a place for lovers: lovers of architecture, lovers of antiques, lovers of sublime views, and lovers of unparalleled service. The Guggenheim Suite is opulent with a balcony overlooking the Santa Maria della Salute. We stood on our balcony, sipping rosé and revelling in the glorious views of the Grand Canal; taking in each and every moment. One can only imagine how different, yet similar it must have felt when Ernest Hemingway was nestled up in the exact same spot, pondering life and soaking in Venezia’s charm.