Unguided Tour Page #2

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Only for one night, Madame.

It's up to you.

I don't know, Madame.

No, because the weekend,

with the hotel we're full up in Venice.

One moment...

Where are you from, Madame?

Mrs. Ross...

Double room with bath.

Double with bath or shower?

One moment, Madame, please.

For three nights it's possible.

What time do you arrive, Madame?

You arrive at 6 o'clock in the morning?

But the room is not ready

till after 12 o'clock.

Till after 12 o'clock, Madame.

That's alright.

In any case, we keep the room

not later than 12 o'clock in the afternoon.

Bye-bye, thank you.

Were you moved, sometimes?

Of course I was.

I still am.

You should be careful

to not ask yourself

if these pleasures are superior

to the ones of the last year.

They never are.

It must be the seduction of past again.

But just wait until

now becomes then.

You'll see how happy we were.

I don't expect to be happy.

I love you.

And my heart is beating.

Mine too.

The main thing is that we're

strolling together under this arch.

That we're strolling...

That we're looking...

That it's wonderful.

Complaints.

I've already seen it.

I'm sure it'll be full.

It's too far.

Just two showings at the cinema.

At 7 and 9 o'clock.

A strike is on.

I'm unable to phone.

This damned siesta.

Everything's closed from 1 to 4pm.

If all this stuff

has slipped out of my bag.

I don't understand why

you can't just put it back.

How could you put up with him?

It was easier that it might seem.

I've already seen it.

It'll be full.

It's too far.

And a strike is on.

This damned siesta.

Is the fish soup ready?

The porter says he closes at 2 o'clock.

It's a remarkable collection.

One can hardly please you.

I want to go back

to that antiquary shop.

All we can do

is wait for the next meal.

Like animals.

You'll soon stop worrying

about these petty nuisances.

You'll notice that you're free

from worries and duties.

And then the uneasiness will start.

I want to resist

the melancholy temptation.

If you knew how much...

Yet, I loved him sometimes.

At the mercy of your moods.

My stubborn silences.

Were you trying to

put right a mistake?

I was trying to reverse a situation.

The siren sounds.

It announces the tide

is rising more than usual.

It is now a nice sound for the Venetians,

later for the pigeons, look.

The pigeons move.

The pigeons go up.

They have nests up there.

Only we Venetians live down.

Now we go inside the church,

before the high tide.

No danger, no danger.

I feel...

like Moses, you know Moses?

Guiding the people through the Red Sea,

I am Moses.

I told you.

You should've taken me with you,

instead.

It wouldn't have changed anything.

I would've left you too.

But you may decide to stay.

Make other plans.

Or, it might seem to you that

you give up something irreplaceable?

In the whole world.

A city inhabited by the buildings.

Buildings threatened with extinction.

A city that will disappear one day.

Venice...

Our Titanic in slow motion.

When did we feel this pain

for the first time?

How far are we?

That's better than asking ourselves

how far are we from the end?

In the beginning...

someone said

the whole world is America.

But, in the end...

the whole world is Venice.

marooned2 & corvusalbus, KG/b

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