Proust In Venice by luca68
My gondola followed the course of the small canals; like the mysterious hand of a genie leading me through the maze of this oriental city, they seemed, as I advanced, to be cutting a path for me through the heart of a crowded quarter which they bisected, barely parting, with a slender furrow arbitrarily traced, the tall houses with their tiny Moorish windows; and as though the magic guide had been holding a candle in his hand and were lighting the way for me, they kept casting ahead of them a ray of sunlight for which they cleared a route....The next day I set out in quest of my beautiful nocturnal piazza, following calle after calle which were exactly like one another and refused to give me the smallest piece of information, except such as would lead me further astray...
