“The Aman is a hotel. The restaurant we are going to is called the Arva. It is about half an hour, with a detour through Piazzo San Marco and the Ducale Palace. You will be alight?” He asked actually sounding concerned for my still healing cuts.
“Fine.” I said as we crossed over another passageway towards the stunning tiled courtyard that was Piazzo San Marco.
Restaurants lined the many boutique shops. The air was cold and crisp with the night unfortunately cloudy. I would have preferred to see the skyline. Still, I was happy to take in every scent and sight. We made our way over the Ponte Di Rialto bridge and turned left towards the hotel and restaurant that Collin spoke of.
“What do you think of Venice?” Emilio asked me as I looked over the side of the water lightly lappin
