In the 2006 film, Casino Royale, James Bond daringly escaped a crashing hotel while trying to rescue his lady of interest in the City of Water. He sprinted on warm colored roofs, vaulting from one building to the next — allowing the audience to soak in the distinct and unique architecture of Venice. Even without the beautiful men jumping from rooftop to rooftop while I was there, Venice is still a dream. The copper and rust colored buildings are perfectly preserved from their original date of construction. It was impossible to not visualize the Ancient Venetians, — gregarious women in floor lengthened gowns, illuminated by the yellow light of the street lamps, urbane men in long dark coats, heard only by the click of their shoes as they walked down the stone streets — spending their evenings hosting dinners and having live parties. For the average ponderer, Venice is the City of Inspiration.