I barely slept last night. That’s okay because it’s not often you get to wake up in Venice.
The run was booked with Alessandro at the fantastic Go Running Tours and we had the city to ourselves. The sky was turning colours as municipal workers swept the busy squares, boatful of Aperols and carts of bread unloaded outside charming cafés.
I lost count (not that I was really counting) of the dozens of bridges that we crossed. I would have imagined that it’s not easy to find rhythm in this kind of running but then it’s easy to find when you’ve got great company and a skyline built out of history and romance.
I mistook the cemetery for Giardini; the sun was above the sea just to my right.
The air was clear and crisp, Venice was rising to a beautiful day ahead.
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