An anonymous gentleman
Melanie Lees , March 2011
Getting lost in Venice is mandatory. At any time of the year, you can choose an unfamiliar alley or bridge and find some gem around the corner. During carnival, the gems are all the more spectacular and you can stumble across a finely masked anonymous gentleman. It is an Italian dream. This fine, broody man never said a word. I don’t know a thing about him. Except for his eyes.