And yet, you can’t help feeling, as you watch the old gondolier in his traditional striped shirt and straw hat, and notice his wizened gaze, that maybe, just maybe, there is something more to know...to understand about this place. There is a story, not yet told, seeping from the mossy, stone walls and whispered in the evening air—a timeworn tale of mystery or magic, or both. Venice has a secret, and you know that if you open your mind and search deep enough you might discover more than you imagined.
