The black prow of my gondola cut smoothly through the calm waters of the canals. The sleek craft had served me well for many years, carried passengers through the city’s waterways under the guiding hands of generations of my forebears.
The sun was setting over the ancient city, turning the water to an inky ribbon lain between elegant sandstone buildings. I breathed deeply of the cool evening breeze.
Is there any place more beautiful than this wondrous city of canals? As the boat eased into its mooring I stopped to gaze with satisfaction up into the darkening skies of Mars.