Gillian had thought the city would remind her of New Orleans in its pre-Katrina days, another flat, marshy landscape that had been gussied up with ornate buildings, but she’d been wrong. As she walked away from the station, she decided that Venice was more than a charming city, it was the pulsing...
Caro stepped onto the platform and tipped back her head, gazing up at the giant stone pillars. The monasteries were up there, perched on the flattened tops, their red tile roofs glinting in the sun. Jude grabbed her hand, and they wandered down the main street, past an outdoor café. Blue tableclo...