Lido, the Island that forms the border between the lagoon and the Adriatic Sea, is a strange place to live in. In winter it is made of a series of small hamlets and some clusters of houses separated by more or less deserted stretches of sandy dunes or expanses of beaches, some of them free, others private (that is hotel-owned). In winter it is the first to be hit by winter storms, and a violent wind called 'bora' coming from Slovenia. Fogs well up from the sea like a tidal wave. I remember that walking to school was like wading about in dark milk soup. Then, from June to late August Lido becomes a cosmopolitan fashionable beach, where Saudi princes close part of the beach for their harems, and Russian millionaires toss a fortune away at the casino. If this is not enough, in late August-early September the International Movie Festival attracts swarms of starlets and toy boys looking for a wealthy sponsor, and some real star, from Marylin Monroe to George Clooney. After the movie madness traditionally the beaches are empty of families and the so-called September people start to gather, that is gay people coming from all over the world, but especially Europe when I was a child. Here you can see a piece of chain from some boat and a pleasant sunset after a storm. Thank you for your kind comments.