Venice should not exist, and yet there it is-palaces rising straight from the lagoon, streets made of water, a whole civilisation built on stilts.
Step off the Grand Canal and the crowds vanish into silent alleys where laundry hangs over green water and footsteps echo. This was a maritime superpower for centuries, and the loot of an empire still gilds St Mark's golden basilica.
It's sinking and overrun and impossibly beautiful, a place that feels both eternal and about to disappear.
Drink a small glass of wine-an ombra-with cicchetti snacks at a standing bar where the locals still go.
Round trip from Prague, any dates in October 2026.