Someone else´s words: Philippe Monnier on Venice

“The city of fearful and subtle poisons, of guile and mystery, where even the walls had ears, and where every keyhole was an eye. Spies were everywhere, disguised in the cassock of an abbé, or the frock of a dancer; at night the very shadows were dangerous; and there were stories of strange sacks thrown into the canal, of the gondola of the Supreme Tribunal heralded by a red flame, or the body of a priest found at the bottom of a well, with its skin all gone green.”

Monnier, Philippe. Venice in the Eighteenth Century.

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