Arriving after dark on the first Friday in February, we step straight out of the terminal onto a pontoon, where our sleek Riva is waiting for us.
Speeding across the lagoon to Venice, the freezing evening air dispelling any London fatigue, is wonderfully atmospheric. As we approach the maze of its canals, our driver slows, allowing us to drink in the sorbet palazzos and jaunty bridges under the cloak of night.
