The first visit to Villa Pisani stays with you. As you walk up to the towering gates there is a sense of time having stood still. Childlike you stand gazing through the metal bars into another world. This is a sleeping fairy tale. Cicadas beat their wings incessantly. In the distance there is the sound of traffic waiting impatiently on the bridge that is always being repaired. Here there is stillness, even the gravel waits holding its breath for a ghostly footstep.