“The water of the canals was green and the sky was blue and beautiful. The city was full of light and music, of people who had lived and loved here for centuries.”
As the couple stepped into the soft dawn light of Venice, they couldn’t help but feel that Hemingway’s words were a perfect reflection of the city that surrounded them. The canals shimmered in the early morning glow, the sky a pale blue, as if the city had just awoken from a dream. Venice was alive with the echoes of centuries, full of light, music, and a quiet magic, the kind that spoke of love stories long past and those still unfolding.
Hand in hand, they walked through the narrow, winding alleys of Venice, their steps in sync with the rhythm of the city—full of life, yet timeless. The soft hum of distant music and the murmur of early risers filled the air, as the city seemed to awaken around them. They reached the canals, where a gondola awaited them. The gondolier, silent as always, guided the boat gently through the waters. The world around them softened, the buildings reflected in the still, green water, and the rhythm of the gondola felt like the steady pulse of their love—sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, but always moving forward.
After the gondola ride, they walked across Venice’s ancient bridges, each one a symbol of their journey, of promises made and paths crossed. The city’s bridges, strong and enduring, seemed to remind them that together, they could face whatever lay ahead. They wandered through the corridors of St. Mark’s Basilica, its arches offering shelter and peace, a sacred pause on their path.
As evening turned to night, the city’s pace slowed. But it was not in the night, but at dawn—with a soft pink sky and the first light touching the canals—that they found themselves standing in front of the Palazzo Ducale. The gondolas rested in the water, the gentle ripples reflecting the new light. The bride and groom embraced in the quiet beauty of the square, as the city hummed around them.
And then, as if the city itself whispered its rhythm, they began to dance. Their movement was slow, tender—like the ebb and flow of the canals beneath their feet. Venice, with its timeless beauty, held them in its arms as they swayed together. The dawn sky, painted in pink and violet, wrapped around them, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.
In that dance, they felt the metaphor of their life together—like Venice itself, sometimes winding, sometimes still, but always moving forward. As the first rays of sunlight touched the city, they held each other close, knowing that their love, like the tides, would always return to this place, to this moment, where everything had begun.
“The gondola, with its black, glossy sheen, slid silently through the water, its lone oarsman a shadow in the night, making the only sound that could be heard—the soft ripple of the oars against the still waters.”
-W. D. Howells
“The afternoon was golden, the light a deep amber as it washed over the canals and the pale stone buildings, and Venice felt timeless in its quiet beauty.”
-Ernest Hemingway
“The city, bathed in the glow of moonlight, seemed to float like a dream in the night air. The shadows of the bridges and gondolas melted into one another, and Venice was more like a vision of the past than a living city.”
-Thomas Mann
“As you walked through the cloisters and under the arches of St. Mark’s, the sense of quiet grandeur wrapped around you, like the city itself: magnificent, but infinitely patient with the passing of time.”
-W. D. Howells
“The first rays of the sun touched the marble of the palaces and the rippling waters, and Venice, still asleep, lay like a dream in the misty light of the dawning day.”
-W. D. Howells
Cinematographer : Sakis Tsivas (https://www.instagram.com/sakistsivas) (https://vimeo.com/sakistsivas)
Bridal Dress : Primalicia ( https://primalicia.com/ )
Bridal shoes : Bilero ( https://bilero.gr/ )
Groom’s Attire : Hugo Boss ( https://www.hugoboss.com/gr/en/home )
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