So the snow has now melted, and I must admit my enthusiasm for winter has also thawed out somewhat. Today I went to the 'Venice: Canaletto and his Rivals' exhibition at the National Gallery, and it prompted me to rediscover my own fond memories of my brief visit there last spring. The pangs of nostalgia are depressing me. I want the sun to come back out and to eat 'just one cornetto' whilst being serenaded by a gondolier.
St Mark's Square then and now. Note the substantial increase in the pigeon population over the years.