Our hotel was just a 1-minute walk from the Bridge of Sighs. The enclosed bridge with the two square windows connects the prisons to the interrogation room in Doge's Palace, which by the way was much more stunning than I anticipated. A local legend says that lovers will be granted everlasting love and bliss if they kiss on a gondola at sunset under the bridge. Since my own bliss comes from driving Mr. Wild Dingo mad, I made sure to avoid boats and sunsets.
Built in 1602, the bridge coined its name by Lord Byron (boy, that guy gets around), who suggested that prisoners would sigh at their final view of beautiful Venice through the window before being taken down to their cells. But in reality, the inquisitions were long over by the time the bridge was built and the prison cells under the palace mostly held small-time criminals.
"Who are they calling small-time? Retardo Montelbon, bust me outta here!"
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