The weather is uncharacteristically hot. Soon the storm clouds will gather across the lagoon and the dystopian rain will fall. At moments like this it’s hard to loose your innate Britishness. If wet you shelter. However in Venice water takes on a new meaning, your eyes cloud over, shapes are distorted and the pavements become slippery death traps. Then in a moment the storm is over, the stone dries and the world continues. What do Italians do? They simply laugh and get wet.