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reason, though he shouted curses as loudly as anyone when gondolas streaked in front of him. He
jockeyed his way to the Basilica window and rowed in.

Under the brilliant blue and gold of the domes it was noisy. Most of the water in the rooms had
been covered with a floating dock. Carlo moored his boat to it, heaved his four scuba tanks on,
and clambered up after them. Carrying two tanks in each hand he crossed the dock, on which the
fish market was in full swing. Displayed for sale were flats of mullet, lagoon sharks, tunny,
skates, and flatfish. Clams were piled in trays, their shells gleaming in the shaft of sunlight
from the stained-glass east window; men and women pulled live crabs out of holes in the dock,
risking fingers in the crab-jammed traps below; octopuses inked their buckets of water, sponges
oozed foam; fishermen bawled out prices, and insulted the freshness of their neighbors' product.

In the middle of the fish market, Ludovico Salerno, one of Carlo's best friends, had his stalls of
scuba gear. Carlo's two Japanese customers were there. He greeted them and handed his tanks to
Salerno, who began refilling them from his ma

chine. They conversed in quick, slangy Italian while the tanks filled. When they were done, Carlo
paid him and led the Japanese back to his boat. They got in and stowed their backpacks under the
canvas decking, while Carlo pulled the scuba tanks on board.

"We are ready to voyage at Torcello?" one asked, and the other smiled and repeated the question.
Their names were Hamada and Taku. They had made a few jokes concerning the latter name's
similarity to Carlo's own, but Taku was the one with less Italian, so the sallies hadn't gone on
for long. They had hired him four days before, at Salerno's stall.

"Yes," Carlo said. He rowed out of the Piazza and up back canals past Campo San Maria Formosa,
which was nearly as crowded as the Piazza. Beyond that the canals were empty, and only an
occasional roof-house marred the look of flooded tranquillity.

"That part of city Venice here not many people live," Hamada observed. "Not houses on houses."

"That's true," Carlo replied. As he rowed past San Zanipolo and the hospital, he explained, "It's
too close to the hospital here, where many diseases were contained. Sicknesses, you know."


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"Ah, the hospital!" Hamada nodded, as did Taku. "We have swam hospital in our Venice voyage
previous to that one here. Salvage many fine statues from lowest rooms."

"Stone lions," Taku added. "Many stone lions with wings in room below Twenty-forty' waterline."

"Is that right," Carlo said. Stone lions, he thought, set up in the entryway of some Japanese
businessman's expensive home around the world .... He tried to divert his thoughts by watching the
brilliantly healthy, mask like faces of his two passengers as they laughed over their
reminiscences.

Then they were over the Fondamente Nuova, the northern limit of the city, and on the Lagoon. There