Yesterday the Bora wind blew.
It was a ‘Light Bora’ according to the books, for the Venice skies were the clearest of blue; when clouds accompany this icy north-easterly, it becomes a Dark Bora Day. It really bites you, this wind: you step outside having been lulled into a false sense of fair weather by the Bovary blue1 , only to turn promptly on your hee…