Venice. A dream travel destination. A place we’ve heard of since we were little, a sort of Disney World for grownups. Where riding on a gondola is as iconic as the It’s A Small World ride, meaning you’ll pay an arm and a leg for your time spent in one. It was the conventional romanticized ideals about Venice that drew me to it, but what quickly pushed me away once I arrived. I immediately noticed the herd like crowds flocking in the same direction along the labyrinth pathways. I felt completely unoriginal when after I snapped a photo of a church I turned to my left and noticed a group of ten other tourists with their digital cameras out all taking the same photo. I felt an overwhelming emptiness. A severe lacking of character, of life. Where were the locals? The streets of the residential areas were eerie and carried a strange post-apocalyptic feel with their vacancy. As my feelings sank in I was left with a deep desire to be true to Venice. I wanted to convey more than the typical tourist perspective. I wanted to be truthful in my experience and not only capture the exploited beauty but the raw parts too. The parts that actually had a warmth to them, a sense of life. After I decided to set out with this mindset I was able to see the beauty that is uniquely Venice… because all negative thoughts aside, Venice is a magical place.