It bears mentioning that while lately I’ve been getting on and off at Venice in my nocturnal travels, I’ve been dreaming about riding this same train for 40 years. The stops change, the other passengers change, but the train (and its one staff member) is always the same.
I have this recurring dream that I’m either boarding or getting off a train at Santa Lucia station in Venice. It’s one of those multisensory technicolour dreams in which all the colours are ultra-crisp, and I can smell the water of the canal.