An outlook like this from the kitchen window gets me excited about washing the dishes.
It’s mine for two months every year, when I spend summer living in the Venetian neighbourhood of Dorsoduro.
It's a magic view, and I pause here often — there's always so much happening on the canals and bridges beneath my window. Morning delivery barges tie up and workers debate the task ahead, then get down to business. Parents lift children's scooters over the bridge. Smiling brides pose with their brand-new husbands. I watch at sunset as gondolas set out on their evening circuit.