If something lives, it can die. If it was built, it can fall down. In that respect Venice is like anywhere else.
But our perception of Venice’s fragility is largely down to its uniqueness and the passion its people has for preserving it. Where else can you walk amongst 900 year old buildings that are still in daily use. Here in the UK, we just knock them down and build ugly ghosts in their place or they house museum collections. We have no passion for preserving cities or towns in this way.
Venice, being bordered as it is by water, has an insular community which makes it ripe for preservation. The community is hardened to the problems, it isn’t complacent. It’s had to stand up to itself for centuries. Why should now be any different.
The population of Manchester, where I currently live, is 9 times that of Venice. Just think about that for one moment.
If Venice Dies is not just about Venice, although in this instance, it is. It applies to all our historical cities – those which have anything left to show as historical. Venice’s design is it’s biggest ally and also it’s biggest downfall – depending on how you look at it. As someone who has always lived in the UK, I have observed the slow erosion of our architectural and cultural history. Venice represents a paradise. I can go here and walk quite literally in the footsteps of my ancestors and know that they would probably recognise a large proportion of what Venice is now.
But I can appreciate it is not for everyone, and for those that live and have to make a living there it must be hard. Tourism is eating away at solid jobs, at tradition, at artesan crafts, at inherited trades. But Venice has a friend and that is the inhabitants. Venice has survived and it’s down to Venice to pull itself through. And it can do it because it makes a passionate stand. 54,000 people afterall, isn’t nothing.