I’m standing on a little arched bridge that crosses over a small canal. Below, the water slowly flows between old pastel coloured buildings. You’d be forgiven for thinking I’m in the city of water – I’m actually in Venice’s historic little sister city just 30 minutes north, Treviso, otherwise (and obviously) known as Little Venice.
I’m here for Italy’s most famous drinkable export. This is the birthplace of Prosecco. Usually at this time of year they’re busy with the harvest, but after the hottest summer on record for decades, they’d already finished the week before I arrived.
