The Merchants Are Killing Venice
It’s a chilly Monday morning in Venice, and an icy breeze is cutting through the city’s emerald canals. I’m standing at a busy gondola station, squashed between crowds of tourists, waiting not for a r ...
It’s a chilly Monday morning in Venice, and an icy breeze is cutting through the city’s emerald canals. I’m standing at a busy gondola station, squashed between crowds of tourists, waiting not for a r ...