The largest, most beautiful impression of my life, wrote Jean Lorrain to his mother from Venice in 1898. Autumn had arrived, when twilight falls over the city in decorated decadence, crowded with melancholy. Several texts of unique beauty, filled with both poetry and knowledge emerged through his travel. Those that we meet here offer us a vision of Venice that is notably realistic but also fascinating, emotional, and sentimental. Some pages include the cries of anguish from the city’s patrons as its architecture deteriorates and is abandoned, while other pages forget about the ruins, causing exquisite sensations and spirits to appear. This book has been described as the brightest praise ever written about Venice.