…a district quite unlike any through which they had passed so far, into streets lined with banks, restaurants, hotels and a succession of shops and boutiques catering to the needs of the international shop-till-you-drop brigade.
Dead Lagoon – Michael Dibdin
Step through the porticos at the far end of St Mark’s from the great basilica and you enter a world dedicated to a different deity. Bizarrely in a city which you can cover by foot or by water in little time at all, the rich demand their shopping and accommodation needs be placed as close to the only part of town that counts for their stories of the time they visited Venice. Or am I being cynical?