On our way through the streets paved in stone, well polished due to traffic, we paused to look into shops and ateliers, cafes and restaurants, galleries and gift shops, while our guide related stories of the island and its 2,300-year history. One of the stories we recall is that of the "Winged Lions of Saint Mark" and how all but one of these symbols of Venice was destroyed during the course of the town's history.
Then, without warning, we stumbled across the last remaining frieze of the winged lion and took a souvenir shot.
As the sun was setting, we found ourselves at a little restaurant called "Pasike", where the hostesses were dressed in traditional costumes to greet us and served us chilled wine and octopus, fish and caviar-inspired canapes.