In February, 1984, an assistant editor at a travel magazine pitched to MDs, I went to Austria to do a story on alpine skiing. Nice as that was, I combined the opportunity with some vacation days to go to Venice where I spent a few days in a small pension in the Academia district that my boss had recommended. I’d missed Carnevale by about a week, but was pleased to find that this was, in fact, the only time when that astonishing place was almost empty of tourists. When the weather was cool and grey, the Venetians bundled in overcoats, I shot black-and-white film; when the sun came out I switched to color slides. I walked everywhere, losing my way then finding it again, and took a lot of pictures, the better ones now shown here. My greatest wish at the time was to return, but I never have.
The color pictures are here.