How often do we fly in our sleep. There is so strong desire to be in that dream, in which there are no worries, just a flight over the fabulous Venice, over bridges and canals, over gandols and couples in love with them, over the magnificent San Marco and flocks of pigeons taking off from the cathedral square. Only the wind, only sun glare on the azure waters and roofs, endless red tiled roofs of the mysterious and romantic Venice. Order samples