IN studying out my itinerary1 at Florence I came upon the homely2 advice in Baedeker that in Venice “care should be taken in embarking3 and disembarking, especially when the tide is low, exposing the slimy lower steps.” That, as much as anything I had ever read, visualized4 this wonder city to me. These Italian cities, not being large, end so quickly that before you can say Jack5 Robinson you are out of them and away, far into the country. It was early evening as we pulled out of Florence; and for a while the country was much the same as it had been in the south—hill-towns, medieval bridges and strongholds, the prevailing7 solid browns, pinks, grays and blues8 of the architecture, the white oxen, pigs and shabby carts, but gradually, as we neared Bologna, things seemed to take on a very modern air of factories, wide streets, thoroughly9 modern suburbs and the like. It grew dark shortly after that and the country was only favored by the rich radiance of the moon which made it more picturesque10 and romantic, but less definite and distinguishable.
In the compartment11 with me were two women, one a comfortable-looking matron traveling from Florence to Bologna, the other a young girl of twenty or twenty-one, of the large languorous12 type, and decidedly good looking. She was very plainly dressed and evidently belonged to the middle class.
The married Italian lady was small and good-looking and bourgeoise. Considerably13 before dinner-time, and as we were nearing Bologna, she opened a small basket399 which she carried and took from it a sandwich, an apple, and a bit of cheese, which she ate placidly14. For some reason she occasionally smiled at me good-naturedly, but not speaking Italian, I was without the means of making a single observation. At Bologna I assisted her with her parcels and received a smiling backward glance and then I settled myself in my seat wondering what the remainder of the evening would bring forth15. I was not so very long in discovering.
Once the married lady of Bologna had disappeared, my young companion took on new life. She rose, smoothed down her dress and reclined comfortably in her seat, her cheek laid close against the velvet-covered arm, and looked at me occasionally out of half-closed eyes. She finally tried to make herself more comfortable by lying down and I offered her my fur overcoat as a pillow. She accepted it with a half-smile.
About this time the dining-car steward16 came through to take a memorandum17 of those who wished to reserve places for dinner. He looked at the young lady but she shook her head negatively. I made a sudden decision. “Reserve two places,” I said. The servitor bowed politely and went away. I scarcely knew why I had said this, for I was under the impression my young lady companion spoke18 only Italian, but I was trusting much to my intuition at the moment.
A little later, when it was drawing near the meal time, I said, “Do you speak English?”
“Non,” she replied, shaking her head.
“Sprechen Sie Deutsch?”
“Ein wenig,” she replied, with an easy, babyish, half-German, half-Italian smile.
“Sie sind doch Italianisch,” I suggested.
“Oh, oui!” she replied, and put her head down comfortably on my coat.
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“Reisen Sie nach Venedig?” I inquired.
“Oui,” she nodded. She half smiled again.
I had a real thrill of satisfaction out of all this, for although I speak abominable19 German, just sufficient to make myself understood by a really clever person, yet I knew, by the exercise of a little tact20 I should have a companion to dinner.
“You will take dinner with me, won’t you?” I stammered21 in my best German. “I do not understand German very well, but perhaps we can make ourselves understood. I have two places.”
“But for company’s sake,” I replied.
“Mais, oui,” she replied indifferently.
I then asked her whether she was going to any particular hotel in Venice—I was bound for the Royal Danieli—and she replied that her home was in Venice.
Maria Bastida was a most interesting type. She was a Diana for size, pallid22, with a full rounded body. Her hair was almost flaxen and her hands large but not unshapely. She seemed to be strangely world-weary and yet strangely passionate—the kind of mind and body that does and does not, care; a kind of dull, smoldering23 fire burning within her and yet she seemed indifferent into the bargain. She asked me an occasional question about New York as we dined, and though wine was proffered24 she drank little and, true to her statement that she was not hungry, ate little. She confided25 to me in soft, difficult German that she was trying not to get too stout26, that her mother was German and her father Italian and that she had been visiting an uncle in Florence who was in the grocery business. I wondered how she came to be traveling first class.
The time passed. Dinner was over and in several hours more we would be in Venice. We returned to401 our compartment and because the moon was shining magnificently we stood in the corridor and watched its radiance on clustered cypresses27, villa-crowned hills, great stretches of flat prairie or marsh28 land, all barren of trees, and occasionally on little towns all white and brown, glistening29 in the clear light.
“It will be a fine night to see Venice for the first time,” I suggested.
“Oh, oui! Herrlich! Prachtvoll!” she replied in her queer mixture of French and German.
I liked her command of sounding German words.
She told me the names of stations at which we stopped, and finally she exclaimed quite gaily30, “Now we are here! The Lagoon31!”
I looked out and we were speeding over a wide body of water. It was beautifully silvery and in the distance I could see the faint outlines of a city. Very shortly we were in a car yard, as at Rome and Florence, and then under a large train shed, and then, conveyed by an enthusiastic Italian porter, we came out on the wide stone platform that faces the Grand Canal. Before me were the white walls of marble buildings and intervening in long, waving lines a great street of water; the gondolas33, black, shapely, a great company of them, nudging each other on its rippling34 bosom35, green-stained stone steps, sharply illuminated36 by electric lights leading down to them, a great crowd of gesticulating porters and passengers. I startled Maria by grabbing her by the arm, exclaiming in German, “Wonderful! Wonderful!”
“Est ist herrlich” (It is splendid), she replied.
We stepped into a gondola32, our bags being loaded in afterwards. It was a singularly romantic situation, when you come to think of it: entering Venice by moonlight and gliding37 off in a gondola in company with an unknown and charming Italian girl who smiled and402 sighed by turns and fairly glowed with delight and pride at my evident enslavement to the beauty of it all.
She was directing the gondolier where to leave her when I exclaimed, “Don’t leave me—please! Let’s do Venice together!”
She was not offended. She shook her head, a bit regretfully I like to think, and smiled most charmingly. “Venice has gone to your head. To-morrow you’ll forget me!”
And there my adventure ended!
It is a year, as I write, since I last saw the flaxen-haired Maria, and I find she remains38 quite as firmly fixed39 in my memory as Venice itself, which is perhaps as it should be.
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But the five or six days I spent in Venice—how they linger. How shall one ever paint water and light and air in words. I had wild thoughts as I went about of a splendid panegyric40 on Venice—a poem, no less—but finally gave it up, contenting myself with humble41 notes made on the spot which at some time I hoped to weave into something better. Here they are—a portion of them—the task unfinished.
What a city! To think that man driven by the hand of circumstance—the dread42 of destruction—should have sought out these mucky sea islands and eventually reared as splendid a thing as this. “The Veneti driven by the Lombards,” reads my Baedeker, “sought the marshy43 islands of the sea.” Even so. Then came hard toil44, fishing, trading, the wonders of the wealth of the East. Then came the Doges, the cathedral, these splendid semi-Byzantine palaces. Then came the painters, religion, romance, history. To-day here it stands, a splendid shell, reminiscent of its former glory. Oh, Venice! Venice!
The Grand Canal under a glittering moon. The clocks striking403 twelve. A horde45 of black gondolas. Lovely cries. The rest is silence. Moon picking out the ripples46 in silver and black. Think of these old stone steps, white marble stained green, laved by the waters of the sea these hundreds of years. A long, narrow street of water. A silent boat passing. And this is a city of a hundred and sixty thousand!
Wonderful painted arch doorways47 and windows. Trefoil and quadrifoil decorations. An old iron gate with some statues behind it. A balcony with flowers. The Bridge of Sighs! Nothing could be so perfect as a city of water.
The Lagoon at midnight under a full moon. Now I think I know what Venice is at its best. Distant lights, distant voices. Some one singing. There are pianos in this sea-isle city, playing at midnight. Just now a man silhouetted48 blackly, under a dark arch. Our gondola takes us into the very hallway of the Royal-Danieli.
Water! Water! The music of all earthly elements. The lap of water! The sigh of water! The flow of water! In Venice you have it everywhere. It sings at the base of your doorstep; it purrs softly under your window; it suggests the eternal rhythm and the eternal flow at every angle. Time is running away; life is running away, and here in Venice, at every angle (under your window) is its symbol. I know of no city which at once suggests the lapse49 of time hourly, momentarily, and yet soothes50 the heart because of it. For all its movement or because of it, it is gay, light-hearted, without being enthusiastic. The peace that passes all understanding is here, soft, rhythmic51, artistic52. Venice is as gay as a song, as lovely as a jewel (an opal or an emerald), as rich as marble and as great as verse. There can only be one Venice in all the world!
No horses, no wagons53, no clanging of cars. Just the patter of human feet. You listen here and the very language is musical. The voices are soft. Why should they be loud? They have nothing to contend with. I am wild about this place. There is a sweetness in the hush54 of things which woos, and yet it is not the hush of silence. All is life here, all movement—a sweet, musical gaiety. I wonder if murder and robbery can404 flourish in any of these sweet streets. The life here is like that of children playing. I swear in all my life I have never had such ravishing sensations of exquisite55 art-joy, of pure, delicious enthusiasm for the physical, exterior56 aspect of a city. It is as mild and sweet as moonlight itself.
This hotel, Royal Danieli, is a delicious old palace, laved on one side by a canal. My room commands the whole of the Lagoon. George Sand and Alfred de Musset occupied a room here somewhere. Perhaps I have it.
Venice is so markedly different from Florence. There all is heavy, somber57, defensive58, serious. Here all is light, airy, graceful59, delicate. There could be no greater variation. Italy is such a wonderful country. It has Florence, Venice, Rome and Naples, to say nothing of Milan and the Riviera, which should really belong to it. No cornices here in Venice. They are all left behind in Florence.
What shall I say of St. Mark’s and the Ducal Palace—mosaics of history, utterly60 exquisite. The least fragment of St. Mark’s I consider of the utmost value. The Ducal Palace should be guarded as one of the great treasures of the world. It is perfect.
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