Night falls over the watery canals of Venice, and the reflections become luminous lines and wriggles. Street lights throw luminous pools across pavements and water, and upwards onto ancient brickwork and windows.
On the Grand Canal, light spills carelessly between buildings and boats. The green hue of the water catches unearthly light, and throws it back skywards. The water licks lazily at the pontoons and the stone walkways, and the street lights blaze as they have done for centuries.
Gondolas nod dreamily under bridges, and the water stills to smooth silk, as the traffic heads home for the day. Corners of light come alive, showing us worn steps leading down to the water and the side of passing boats dipping into the shadows of bridges.
From the sleepy dim backwaters we spill out under the arch of a bridge, back onto the main waterway. People throng towards St Marks Square, and the ancient wrought iron lights show the way over the old stones of the street.