rain on wet pavements

gondolas

pigeons

ice cream (alas, not featured)

possibly the best coffee in the world at Vechi

the Uffizi

still canals of that incredible green

pizza

bells toiling from a hilltop monastery bidding a goodnight to  the setting sun

backstreet jazz clubs

cicchetti and spritz in the dark on the cold trundle home through the old market by Rialto

razor clams tossed in garlic and olive oil, served on a swirly wave of spaghetti.

so much coffee

carnivale

peering through the steamy windows of the Florian

the opulent splendour of St Mark’s Basillica