It is said that Greenland got its name from Erick the Red – who was exiled from Iceland as a punishment for the committed murders. He searched for a land where he could settle and he found it. He called it “Greenland” and painted as a wonderful lush place in the hope that it would attract some more settlers.

Strolling through St. Mark’s Square in a chilly February morning, is like stepping back in a time and suddenly becoming a spectator in the fairy tale open theatre show of multiple acts, constantly changing scenes, actors, actresses, with just a tiny difference - there is no screenplay, no director, only brilliant improvisation.

At sunset, dilapidated facades are lit by the weak yellow light, the sounds of laughter, music, the waves crashing over the sea walls spread and fill in the empty space titillating all the senses. This is a place that breaths and lives its own life neglecting the existence of the external world taking you back to 1950s when the time stopped. This is a place to contemplate, get lost in daydreaming, taste the Cuban mojito, smoke a cohiba cigar, dance under the stars, watch the vintage american cars passing by and feel all nostalgic.