Rio del Sangue
Darkness gathers, cloaking you in the cobalt mists of twilight. Muffled in its moist velvet folds, your gondola passes beneath the echoing arch of a bridge. The water laps around you like the soft rapacious tongues of hungry predators. You move through the sinister, caressing fog toward a music woven from the delicate plucking of lutes, whispered pleas, and icy seductive laughter. The rio curves, the misted darkness dissolves suddenly into a phantasmorgia of light and color as you glide by the Campo Carnivale. Every night the revelers frolic here - though strangers seldom find it in their wanderings. Under the tremulous lamplight, veiled goddesses crowned with crescent moons, with night blazing suns and silver galaxies, drift with the liquid grace of sea plants. A scarlet devil spreads satin bat wings bright as blood, and folds them round a fallen angel. Harlequins haunt the shadows. Phosphorescent white, ink black, metallic gold, Death wears many masks...and all their dark hollow eyes turn and gaze into your own as you pass the haunted revels and glide on into the inexorable night.
Exits:
SOUTH to Rio Flusso del Sangue
WEST to Canal Grande