This is Venice and it's a beauty. I've loved each place, but this is wonderful. I need to get some sleep so I won't write much. I'll just leave some photos and hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy walking around here. As I said when I began this blog the best advice I've had on being in Venice is to ditch the tour books and maps and wander -- and get lost. It's a small island; how lost could you get?
So now it's off to sleep so we can get up in time to catch a water taxi to go hear the singing of the 7 a.m. mass at San Marcos Basilica (last photo.) There is a calm and mysterious quality to the city, even with all the exotic chaos. San Marcos embodies the best of the mystery and intrigue.
This afternoon, I nearly ran into a woman with a baby in a stroller -- or she almost ran into me. She cheerfully conveyed to me her sentiments about tourists (me in particular) via a very well-known Italian hand gesture accompanied by a few choice words in Italian. I didn't need to know her language to understand her.
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