For several months I have a great desire to return to one of the cities in which I left a piece of heart, the most romantic of Italy:
Venice, precious pearl that someone very special gave us Italians.
An
enchanted city that remains for years to fascinate the eyes of those who love to get lost in its streets and its magic. Including bridges, hidden roads, alleys and elegant
gondolas, it is the ideal destination to go back in time, at that time that no longer exists and that it has made its history.
In Venice, time stands still, the machines disappear, colors change and you fall in love with sunsets.
Every time I get off the boat and I set foot in Piazza San Marco it's like being catapulted into another era. One of the Doges, of Gothic architecture, the luxurious palaces, parties and masked balls, the famous masks, accompanied by violins on the notes of the famous
Serenissima.
But Venice is also famous for its
Carnival, one of the most known and appreciated around the world. And it is for the Carnival that I would return.
Looking for a hotel that meets the needs of your princess, I found
Signor Sconto.
Who is Signor Sconto? A platform that helps consumers collect
discount codes for the most popular Italian online stores.
Hundreds and hundreds of shops by category; from
clothing to
travel, but also
electronics and photography (here, a nice new camera would serve me just to capture the wonderful carnival masks), and even online stores dedicated to home and animals.
The subdivision into categories makes navigation easier, as it requires no great efforts to be able to find what one is looking, whether it be of a particular product as a mark instead.
Venice, I'm already dreaming about you... The scenery is an impeccable and refined room of a
luxury hotel in the heart of San Marco square, wrapped in a bathrobe, while preparing myself for a dinner in one of the most renowned restaurants in the city, I sip champagnes accompanied by the
Rondò Veneziano music, immersed in an atmosphere of
grace, elegance and serenity.
On the bed, between the soft pillows,
silk lingerie, black and impalpable. A
long pleated dress with veiled sleeves, always black, because for me the elegance knows no other colors, and silver accessories, as the reflection of the moon on the waters of the Grand Canal.
My reflection in the mirror, red lips and hair in an elegant chignon. At the obes long pendants ending in an emerald, right there, on the soft neck dresses with a few drops of Coco Mademoiselle.
Everything is taken care of the smallest detail, because that night I want to be the Princess of Venice.
Last look and I headed to the terrace of the palace, surrounded by the scent of flowers and kissed by the full moon, where my prince is waiting for me. A kiss on the neck, soft as the violins playing always my favourite song,
La Serenissima, in front of an illuminated romantic Venice.
Meanwhile the bell chimes nine and our magical evening can finally begin...
Perhaps it is the case that I stop dreaming, but only to turn the dream into reality. You know, the modern Cinderellas not have the mice to help them, as in fairy tales, but have good helpers, one of these is
Signor Sconto.
So making a point of the situation, or rather, the dream, I need:
-a camera
-a wonderful dress for a romantic dinner in Piazza San Marco
-a book or a
city guide for the journey
and obviously
-a hotel!
My dear and sweet Venice, I'm coming!