Finally a real town, intimate and sincere, with nooks of retired beauty, foreshortenings of piercing neglection and visions of sleeping serenity: remnants of a Venetianity of which the artistic-cultural humus has overflowed and enriched the world, reflections being sometimes magic and sometimes aching, but always measured.

This is what Ezio Tedeschi makes us understand with his volume of images of a venice that continues to evidence its incomparable charm through quiet showing things being beyond the face created by the mass of tourists.