As Henry James wrote at the turn of the twentieth century of the Dario Palace in his Italian Hours : "...the delightful little Palazzo Dario, intimately familiar to English and American travellers, picks itself out in the foreshortened brightness. The Dario is covered with the loveliest little marble plates and sculptured circles; it is made up of exquisite pieces--as if there had been only enough to make it small--so that it looks, in its extreme antiquity, a good deal like a house of cards that hold together by a tenure it would be fatal to touch. An old Venetian house dies hard indeed, and I should add that this delicate thing, with submission in every feature, continues to resist the contact of generations of lodgers."
But this lovely little jewel-box of a palace can't seem to find a buyer brave enough to risk a pesky lil' death curse...
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