Loading...In much the same way that Los Angeles is entirely designed to be seen from the road, Venice is designed to be seen from the Grand Canal. Like tired prostitutes the old buildings put on their slightly torn Sunday best fishnet stockings and pose alluringly as you ride the Vaporetto down the Grand Canal.
On a less poetic note, I get a real sense of joy from being in a city where not driving is the norm and everyone lurches on rusty public transportation. The streets are narrow and the only sounds are shoes, voices and omnipresent barking dogs.
On an even less poetic note, we found a store that sells wine by the liter from a big fountain. They just fill up a plastic bottle strap on a cap and send you on your way. Cheaper than water – sparkling or still.
I’ll wrap this up now and be on my way before the near overwhelming temptation to check my email or fantasy basketball scores or 3 days worth of Wraps for My Fair Lady consumes me and I’m back in the smoggy world of work and stress.
BTW- Invio means Enter in Italian and the Euro symbol is on the letter e, but I can’t get it to show up. Vivo la difference!
