案例分析题礁糊秀The most romantic time to arrive in Venice is at dusk on a winter’s day. Your water-taxi ride across the lagoon from the airport will catch the last velvety-grey streaks of daylight. You’ll arrive on the Grand Canal just as the upper windows of its palaces start to bloom with rose-coloured lamps or sparkle with chandeliers. In no other city does evening begin with such promise.Strange, then, that Venice should be so emphatically not a night-time place. However mobbed it may have been in daylight, darkness falls with the abruptness of a hauled-down shutter. The crowds of Asian tourists and schoolkits milling around seem to vaporize. In a hundred closed cafes, the espresso machines give an expiring hiss, as if at last slipping off their shoes and wiggling their toes.That is what makes Venice by night so magical, when the loudest sounds are those of footsteps and lapping water, and the modern world recedes so that in any Square or over any bridge, you wouldn’t be surprised to meet a hurrying figure in a cloak and buckled shoes; Casanova on his way to some assignation, perhaps.St. Mark’s becomes an enchanted place, with pools of the day’s flood still underfoot and mist wreathing the cathedral. But "nightlife" seems nonexistent outside the weeks of carnival each February. In a city so stuffed with historical treasures, the lack of a living, modern culture is achingly apparent, especially after dark.Venice’s only theatre of note, the Fenice, has only just reopened after almost a decade, following a fire. Clubs, discos, even cinemas are almost as hard to find as car parks. Nor is there the eating-out culture that governs the rest of Italy.Venice is not usually regarded as a gourmet paradise. Even J G Links, author of the definitive, eccentric guidebook Venice for Pleasure, suggests it has few restaurants worth visiting outside the Cipriani hotel. As a rule, it’s best to avoid canalside establishments with their menus turisticos; look for places down alleys. Remember, this is rice, not pasta country, offering some of the best risotto you’re ever likely to eat.When I first came here, aged 15, on a school trip, we were quartered in a girl’s convent school. Ever since, I’ve stayed at the Gritti Palace, on the Grand Canal, overlooking the Salute. Apart from its mixture of elegance and old-fashioned comfort, I have two reasons for loving this hotel. Alighting at its private landing stage completes the thrill of arriving in Venice by night. And it was here, 13 years ago, that Sue and I decided to get married and have our daughter.Gondolas operate until well after dark. It can be doubly romantic, with the Grand Canal in pitch-darkness and silent but for the churn of water buses and scraps of operatic arias that some gondoliers still perform.Latterly, Venice has been making more efforts to get a nightlife. There is a disco named Casanova near the railway station and a music bar, Piccolo Mondo, near the Accademia bridge. The city’s student population has created funkier areas around Campo Santa Margarita and in Cannaregio, the immigrant quarter to the north.There is also street music after all the smart shops have closed and the only merchandise on offer is fake designer handbags, set out on the trestles used as walkways at times of flooD．Around one corner, you may come upon a countertenor in an anourak, singing Handel; around another, two men will be playing selections from Andrew Lloyd Webber on a vibraphone of water-filled glasses. You think that sounds totally naff I can tell you it sounded totally wonderful. Such is the alchemy of Venice by night. The author mentions a cathedral in the passage. What is the name of this cathedral（）

A. St.Mark.
B. St. Mark’s
C. The Fenice.
D. The name is not given in the passage.