This essay, an excerpt from Dream of Venice written by Jane Turner Rylands, was originally published in Across the Bridge of Sighs: More Venetian Stories (copyright © 2005 Jane Turner Rylands; Used by permission of Pantheon Books, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Random House LLC. All rights reserved.)
Winter settles down in Venice like it means to make friends and stay forever, feeding the sea with rain, gusting attention on listless canals and wrapping all wetness in a companionable mist. Even in April, when everyone is wishing it would take its leave, Winter lingers on like a gloomy guest with nowhere to go until all of a sudden, brash, insouciant Spring blows in and sends it packing, leaving a trail of puddles in its wake.
About Jane Turner Rylands
Jane Turner Rylands has lived in Venice since 1973 and has written two collections of short stories about Venice.
Italian Notes said of the Dream of Venice series of books: “Dream of Venice, edited by JoAnn Locktov, contains none of the gondola shots we have seen a million times before . . . you can see the silence of the car-free city, breathe the characteristic mixture of wet building blocks and salty air, and feel the tiny pinpricks of moisture on your skin, just by looking at the pictures. It’s almost like being there.”