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Thursday, 9 February 2012

Matthew, in St Marks, look at John.


Having contemplated if and where Italian law draws the line between a class A substance and the incredibly strong coffee we had just rounded our lunch off with, we headed back into the crisp Venetian air.  

Places are always more joyous when you don’t get ripped off as much as you were expecting and last Sunday afternoon in Venice was just one of those days.  Having been covered in pigeons in St Marks Square, laughed at the couples who were trying to enjoy their expensive gondola freeze (the sea was frozen going over the bridge to Venice) and wandering off the main streets to find another enchanting turn, we had a three course lunch, in the shadow of the Rialto Bridge, for less than £30. Nice.

I realised that when you visit any city you visit monuments, with Venice the monument is Venice, so from the moment you get into the water taxi, every building, pole, canal and boat is why you are visiting.
Cat found a great hotel (too chilly for camp stops!) on the mainland in Mestre, which was 30 mins by bus into Venice.  What’s more the night before we found Mc O’Murphys Sullivan’s Irish bar, (or something) that turned the TV over to the England v Scotland Rugby. I love Venice!

P.S. (Currently safely holed up in the Croatian port of Rijeka)
I mentioned that it was Winter, right? And we knew it was going to be cold, right? But blimey!! When you see on the news that Ukrainians say it’s cold, local Croatian news reports the coldest winter for 25 years and the that sea has frozen off the coast, Brrr springs to mind.  Then there’s the Bora. More later.....

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