It is sunset in Venice.
The water reflecting shards of red light on the “calle” walls near Ponte Rialto.
It is the same Titian red that captured the heart of this city’s great painter, to be forever immortalized in his paintings.
A gentleman, elegantly attired in his black and silver brocade, tricorn on an elaborate wig, is walking along the canal. Only the sound of the water can be heard next to his footsteps.
In reality Giacomo is strolling in the sunset wasting time waiting for nightfall. He is enjoying the fresh night air blowing away the putrid pervading sea canal odor of Venice.
Few are the people that he encounters, but coming towards him is a lady, with her maid. Her mask covers her face, she is reflecting on the same red light as the water.
Confronting each other, Giacomo raises his tricorn, makes an elegant deep bow, smiles and says “Sciao Vostro” ( Your slave).
There you are, maybe I have exagerated in involving Giacomo Casanova, but this is the story about how the most famous Italian word “CIAO” was born: From sciao to Ciao.