— Imagine if Venice got completely flooded…

— With the tears of unrequited love?

— Plate, come on, I’m serious!

— Yeah, it would be a shame to lose such beauty — just as with the little time we have left before our departure.

— Then let’s hit Spazio 432!

Passion takes shape throughout the city’s squares and canals. Who better to know this than the lovers who meet here under Cupid’s mischievous gaze? That young troublemaker sneaks among flower vendors and quiet parks, troubling hearts with sweet confessions. But what if someone falls for something else — like music? That’s exactly why the record store on Giuseppe Verdi exists. Its doors are always open to devoted diggers. Two of them have just arrived. Having hopped inside the vinyl shop, they eagerly started flipping through editions of past decades.

— I can’t wait to spend my whole paycheck on records.

— Hey, we’re saving up for new turntables, Needle!

— I know, I know. By the way, what’s that track playing?

— It’s Tommaso!

— Ah, these Italians! They drive you crazy with their passion.

Being far from home isn’t so bad when the rhythms around you feel like an everlasting home.