But June is best of all. Then the days are hot, but not too hot, and
the nights are more beautiful than the days. Then Venice is rosier than ever in
the morning and more golden than ever as the day descends. She seems to expand
and evaporate, to multiply all her reflections and iridescences...
~Henry James, Italian Hours
Venice is an island city that
owes its survival entirely to man’s ingeniousness in taming the natural
landscape. Land is therefore a precious commodity. Perhaps as a consequence, few Italians take
greater pleasure in flowers and gardens than these island dwellers, who seldom
own more than a few feet of ground, and tenaciously cultivate every inch of
soil within these narrow bounds.
Those gardens, sprinkled among
the buildings, reveal an intensely urbanized people nonetheless determined to
enjoy the pleasures of nature, who insists that their outdoor life be as
fruitful and varied as that of a person who owns acre upon acre of land. The unique urban character of Venice is
accentuated in these pockets of greenery.
Rooftop terraces have supplanted
the formal garden for many Venetians.
Plants, some extremely large, are potted along the edges of terraces,
alternating with statuary to create an impromptu garden.
Glimpsed from the street or the boardwalk along a canal, these snatches of greenery suggest the fascination of the secret gardens of another era, evoking the “intellectual delights” once woven into the incredible urban fabric of Venice.
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