There is no another city that has a so strong hold on the collective imagination. Venice is not only a slice of Italy that affects well over Italy, arousing interest, curiosity, concerns and projections, but it is also the only place that seems to bring together a strong character of ancient longevity and a great sense of vulnerability.

In this sense Venice, Foucault’s words, represent the perfect heterotopia, a unique place where a community reflects their own utopias and dystopias: as much murky waters of the lagoon is, the world continues to find itself reflected. Venice, a city made of stones, words and imaginings. Venice is a date that will never come.

Venice is an amusement; is a hope, a lamentation, an utopia, a dystopia, an invective, a pastoral; an oxymoron or a paradox; Venice is Italian, is English, French, American, German, Chinese. Venice is a seductive temptation. Embraced between myth and anti-myth, between enchantment and disenchantment, Venice is trapped in a grip. In the middle, is a place never really known.

A visual travel illusions will soon begin..