For a long time, it was just a 12-kilometre-long sandbank over which Lord Byron rode at a gallop. Then, when sea bathing became fashionable, Europe discovered the Lido and it became a seaside resort. Palaces, like the Excelsior and the Grand Hotel des Bains, and Liberty-style villas appeared along the beach, automobiles, too. The Lido is still the only place in Venice where you can drive around.
Its sea mists, between a sirocco and a breeze, inspired Thomas Mann's novel Death in Venice, which Luchino Visconti made into a film half a century later, according him a persistent romantic aura. Today, it is by bike that we go down to the pinewood of Alberoni to collect shells. Then, maybe a nap in a deckchair, before going to drink a Prosecco at the Quattro Fontane, where film makers of the Venice Mostra may still be found today.