AESTHETIC NOMADS, LIDO DI VENETIA
Memories Embossed in Lido Sands
Like scissors cutting through fine cloth, the Riva rips through the water of the perfectly flat Laguna, its horizon blurry in the mid-afternoon heat. In front of the varnished mahogany bow, the Lido appears in all of its shimmering pastels, understated splendour and expectations of a lazy afternoon on the beach with the kids. You leave the selfie-obsessed tourists behind to soak up the afternoon sun and swim in the Adriatic, free from the worries of the world.
“A land of enchantment, a garden of delight.
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The Lido always throws you back into the 1950s with its liberty houses, stately hotels, and immaculate beach tents, regimented along the shore. You admire the staff; men and women that take their job as a profession, that are proud of their work, every single gesture efficient, precise and elegant. Nothing seems to have changed over the last 70 years, its muted beauty is left untouched by progress.
As the sun begins to dip lower in the sky, the children gather for a last game of beach football, imagining Juve, the Azzurri or the Rossoneri. From the sidelines mothers observe, ostensibly unmoved but flushed with pride as each side plays to win.
“The sea and the sky, the sand and the sun, come together in a dazzling display of beauty and harmony”
At dusk, the greengrocer trims the artichokes with a dexterity that leaves you perplexed and afraid he may lose his fingers. Knowing the children will be famished, you'll take the ingredients for dinner back with you to Venice. And make your Lido afternoon stretch well into the evening.
“ A place to recharge and reconnect with nature and with oneself”
