Ah, Italian nights. It started with a dance back in Florence. Well it started with a few other dances before that, but it came to be that Antoinette and I were shaking it across the floor together. And then again the next song. And before too long I found I was no longer interested in dancing with anyone else.
Out on the large open area we wasted no time finding out exactly how much we have in common – very much on a personal level. Jibbering away with no feeling of or regard for time we were discovered by a search party looking for the cabin keys that we each had. After they were dealt with and dismissed we got down to seriously romantic business: dancing to our own music beneath a jewel-encrusted night sky. The whole area was ours save for the occasional security guard who would give us a wink and a nod and turn away to leave us.

The magic in the air that night was electrifying, but it didn’t end there. We hung out on the bus, in spas, bars and gondolas.
Which brings us to Venice.

Sports Bar, Changi Airport
Singapore