The Ciprianni Trail

Moving by commuter train and bus, an hour north of Venice, we arrived at the most comfortable hotel, in a place I would have gladly stayed at for months, even years. This is a surface impression and I had hints the friendly warm feeling would eventually evaporate. But from the terrace of the hotel where I had artfully faked Bonnie and mine own presences in a photo months before, this was very much the world as I wanted it.

Artful Fake