I wonder what it is, Lucca, which evokes such powerful memories of trips to Venice?
Is it the light and the breathtaking beauty away from the tourist trails?
We have been several times and a couple of deep-seated memories have been -
Sitting outside a bar in a deserted square, à deux, sipping coffee in the heat of the day, when high above from one of the open windows someone started playing the flute. You can imagine the sound filling the high sided square.
The year after we were married we took the car (yes, an E-type, pre children?) to see OH's family in Yugoslavia, as it was then.
We asked for suggestions for somewhere to stay in Venice and had the most beautiful room, white crisp bedlinen, wooden floors, shutters, and long windows on two sides. We woke early to the lapping of the canal beneath us, and the fruit and veg man rowing to market.
I digress. Apologies.