Venice is a capricious host. The city basks in a lagoon like a mermaid, luring you in with its enchanting, improbable beauty, but it is always on the verge of pulling you under, too. During high tide, or acqua alta, streets can flood to hip height. Well-dressed waiters in waders serve trays of cicchetti to tourists swaddled in garish waterproofs, and rats do laps under hastily erected catwalks in St. Mark’s Square. At night, slick cobblestones c…
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