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“The last ten minutes of our ferry ride, we glared out the windows waiting for the Dolce Palace with its one of a kind lacy architecture to slowly come into view like a mirage afloat. As we approached, the masses of people in sight converted from ants to human size; and my heartbeat intensified. The pulse of Venice seemed to be the crowds going here and there like busy insects, the sounds of excited voices in the air, but in spite of all the festivity there seemed to be a certain amount of controlled harmony in the whole scene. Huge crowds on the Bridge of Sighs moving up and down the bridge like a sea of people flowing in constant rhythm. Once the gondolas at the island’s edge became visible, swishing back and forth with the waves created by our ship and the wooden posts erected in the water like toothpicks, I felt like I was about to greet an old friend. Venice!” (Vicki)
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