The salty and stagnant smell of the lagoon mixes with the chemical and sharp smell of the factories.
One perceives a thin patina of grey and dirt that envelops the technical alter ego of Venice: a nebulosa that can be seen from afar, from the mainland as well as from the foundations.
It is a persistent presence, almost heavy, sedimented in the great city of skeletons and chimneys that establishes the boundary between the mythical image of Venice and its noisy but tangible background.
