introduction to 91 ore a venezia - takeouts of a photobook

In 2026, I landed at Marco Polo Airport just outside Venice on a flight from Copenhagen.

For 91 hours, I tried to tell the story of my encounter with Venice through my camera.

What I take with me from my visit is a combination of unimaginable beauty and an overwhelming magnetic pull, clearly reflected in the masses of tourists.

At times, the city feels like a surreal theatre, where the presence of history is everywhere — yet somehow seems to appear distant and almost irrelevant to the crowds of visitors.

Overcrowded restaurants with English menus and photos of the food, hordes of selfie sticks on the idyllic bridges, tourists climbing onto statues to bring home a funny photo, and massive queues for the gondolas.

No queues for the museums.

Although I got the impression that tourists almost see Venice as an amusement park where everything is simply entertainment, I do understand the attraction.

Venice is the most beautiful city I have ever visited — without a doubt.

The floating city with its small, winding streets, the morning light giving the rooftops and churches a golden glow, the tailored suits and expensive dresses worn by fashion-conscious Italians, the atmosphere of its many squares, the architecture, and the beautiful canals and small bridges everywhere.

Venice is unique.

91 hours later, I was sitting on a train to Rome.