In the beginning, mornings were spent walking into Padova from the little flat in Forcellini. This meant that there were bridges to cross. Each time I saw the houses tumbling into the water, communing with their reflections I was transfixed. Somehow I had ended up in Italy. Now, 5 years later, I return to old favourites. This is the view along the Canale Piovego. There is still magic in the never ending blue skies and gentle ripples on the ancient water. The difference is that now the water carries my memories along with the dreams of other travellers.