The high roof, vermilion, yellow, green and blue, shone like crystal. The walls were covered with gold and silver, adorned with statues of dragons, animals and golden birds, knights and idols. We can only imagine what the young man of the Serenissima felt when he found himself admiring the bizarre people of the silk-dressed Tartars, the rich metropolises, the immense streets, the pagan customs and the fabulous treasures at the court of the Kan, the largest palace ever seen, it is a palace so beautiful and majestic that no one in the world who could do it would have been able to design it and make it better. And just by following the Silk Road, the Polo stopped in the Terrasanta, in San Giovanni d'Acri, and then crossed Turkey, Persia, Afghanistan, the Gobi desert, and finally, after four years, they arrived in North Chine, the Catai, at the court of Kublai Kan, the Great Kan of the Mongols.

When he was only 17 years, he was lucky enough to embark on an extraordinary, long and adventurous journey, to meet new people and ethnic groups, thanks to his father Niccolò and his uncle Matteo, who started it in the silk trade. And just try to imagine what the pupils of the young Marco Polo felt when, back in 1271, he sailed from the Venetian port to the then distant and exotic Asian continent. We travel for the love of it, because we are curious we travel to have new eyes. Any place we visit, any square we tread, any work of art captures our gaze, everything leaves an indelible mark on our soul. A journey is therefore not just a shift from a point A to a point B, it is not just about the laws of physics, it is a moment of 'elevation of the spirit', to quote Hegel. The journey has always been for man an inexhaustible source of wonder, knowledge and experience it represents the desire for adventure, escape, and it touches our emotional sphere.

The journey of Marco Polo: a story that will make you say a million times 'I want to do it too!'

The adventures of young marco polo