Carnevale can be seen as light and bright. However in the early morning as the mist rises from the grand canal you start to see a different, almost malign side to Venice. The beauty is there, but just a little jaded: the shadows become darker, murkier. Corners have the sound of footsteps from the past; just a little out of earshot. This is when you find the lonely and the dispossessed. There are colours, there is richness but tinged by a hint of neglect.