Helen Anderson sets out from the splendid Hotel Cipriani by kayak for an afternoon of exploring Venice’s waterways.
‘Wonderful!” exclaims a Japanese tourist. He jumps to his feet, causing the gondola to rock and the sour-faced gondolier to curse, then aims his long lens and starts taking photographs. Of me. A little later, an American family of four stops on a bridge, slack-jawed, then points and giggles. At me.