There is no sign posted outside and no frills inside, aside from two rows of hulking games machines stacked up against peeling walls.

We see traces of time on getting faces wrinkled, on getting wooden floor polished, and on getting an old building peeled off and faded.

We gaze at the faded paint and the rotting doorways and the cracked plaster and the grimy walls. Is this the glorious Venice we've heard about?