Loading...So, maybe referring to the grand palazzo of Venice as prostitutes was a bit overstated. If they are, then they are the most beautiful hookers the world has ever seen. Perhaps it’s more like a supermarket aisle with slightly yellowing wedding cakes waiting for Ms. Havisham to pick up her delivery. How’s that for literary pretension?
Anyhow- we did the secret tour of the Doge’s Palace today. Our hotel-proprietor Marco admitted that he hadn’t been on it, though he’s been to the palace- probably on every school field trip. I guess I’ve never been to the Getty, so who am I to judge?
Just went through the old Ghetto, overpaid for the Hebrew museum (I’ve seen better collections of Judaica in Albuquerque) and wandered down towards the seedy world of the train station. As soon as you hear the rolling luggage, you know you’ve entered a herd of tourists, plentiful like the buffalo of the old west. Tonight- we do laundry before heading off to Verona tomorrow.
