Sooner or later everyone comes to Venice. If they're lucky, they discover the Venice that speaks to them be it the Venice of art, the Venice of churches, the Venice of bacari, the Venice of confounding luxury, the Venice of beaches. Or, yes, even the Venice of tremendously long Vaporetto lines and absurdly expensive bruschetta. It is all as real to them as the decidedly surreal world of Venice can be.
Meanwhile, dispersed amid the tiny places to the wide open spaces of Venice, to the sands of Lido and the rolling farms of Sant'Erasmo, in the bus-on-the-boat from Pelestrina and hanging laundry above a tiny campo in Santa Croce there are Venetians. Far from being all the same, they are also each living in their own Venice.
So let's ignore all of the real, fake and other Venices for the moment. Let me just ask you: What's your Venice?