At Venice it is everywhere; it caresses the earth and the water.

It envelops lovingly the leaden domes and the marble facades, and throws into the iridescent atmosphere its pearls and its crystals.

The beauty of Venice is in its sky and its women.

What pretty creatures the Venetian women are! Their forms are so slender and supple under their black shawls.

If nothing remained of these women except a bone, one would find in that bone the charm of their exquisite structure.