She sat on the top step and felt her ankle grasped in strong, warm fingers as he slid the shoe back onto her foot, adjusting it precisely.

‘Thank you-Federico.’

He gave a little start. ‘Fed-?’

‘It’s written there.’ Dulcie pointed to a label stitched near his collar, bearing the name Federico.

‘Oh, yes, of course,’ Guido said hurriedly. He’d forgotten Fede’s mother’s habit of sewing nametapes on the gondolier shirts of her husband, two brothers and three sons. No matter. He would simply tell her his real name. But he became distracted by the feel of her dainty ankle in his palm, and when he looked up he found her watching him with a quizzical look that drove everything else out of his mind. What did names matter?

‘And you are new to Venice?’ he asked.

‘I arrived only today.’

‘Then you must accept my apologies for your rough introduction to my city. But let me say also that the stones of Venice will not be kind to those shoes.’

‘It wasn’t very bright of me to wear such high heels, was it?’ she asked, looking shamefaced. ‘But I didn’t know, you see. Venice is so different to anywhere else in the world, and there’s nobody to tell me anything.’ She managed to sound a little forlorn.

‘That’s terrible,’ he said sympathetically. ‘For a beautiful young lady to be alone is always a shame, but to be alone in Venice is a crime against nature.’

He said it so delightfully, she thought. Lucky for her she was armed in advance.

‘I’d better go back to my hotel and change into sensible shoes before I have another accident.’ She became aware that his fingers were still clasped about her ankle. ‘Would you mind?’

‘Forgive me.’ He snatched back his hand. ‘May I take you to your hotel?’

‘But I thought gondoliers didn’t do that. Surely you only do round trips?’

‘It’s true that we don’t act like taxis. But in your case I would like to make an exception. Please-’ He was holding out his hand. She placed her own hand in it and rose to her feet, then let him help her down the steps to the water.