Here's the scene. Last Friday night. 930 PM. A driving rainstorm. On Calle Orsetti near Campo San Giacomo dall'Orio, a hapless second story man with acrobatic aspirations scales a wall that divides two gardens, intent on burgling a house. But this is Venice, and the wall has likely borne no greater weight than a pigeon for the last several hundred years. The bricks literally disintegrate beneath his feet, sending him to the ground in a heap. Neighbors initially think it is an act of vandalism, but later see the burglar, stunned, pull himself from the pile and disappear into the storm.
The story is in today's Gazzettino.