Over a lazy Sunday lunch in the heart of France, Angelo turned to me.
‘Come stay in my apartment in Venice.’
I raised a sceptical eyebrow.
‘I won’t be there,’ he laughed, ‘You will have the place to yourself.’
And so on Monday evening I found myself in the heart of Venice, and for 10 days have had the freedom to roam its myriad tiny alleyways.
Take a walk with me …
