No stones are so trite as those of Venice, that is, precisely, so well worn. It has been part museum, part amusement park, living off the entrance fees of tourists, ever since the early eighteenth century, when its former sources of revenue ran dry. Mary McCarthy, Venice Observed
We arrived in a foggy, atmospheric Venice. We'd started the day on the regional train in Como then changed to the Frecciarossa (fast) train in Milan. Lots of mask wearing in Milan Centrale. We were upgraded to business class for the second leg, which meant roomy reclining leather seats and free drinks as we watched the countryside whiz by, because of a change in the train's configuration.