Perhaps "nothing moves in Venice, so red and smooth", but here the sky is clear and the gondolas are bobbing in the sea-blue laguna. An unusual type of dailyness is barely perceived - the day's just beginning for the gondolieri. The Horizon is vast --- the kingdom of the Doges linger on in the red and gold decorations.
So that the splendor of the city on water lives on, we must continue to preserve it. Many struggle to save Venice. The painter willed us these indelebile souvenirs. He felt at home in Venice, the only place in the world where he let himself use black, a "color" absent from most of his canvases, but which here draws serpentinely, but surely, the waiting gondolas.