I guess these folks are sick and tired of us lost tourists ending up at their place.
Dogs ride for free on the vaporetti. They only risk someone treading on their paws.
Arm wrestle, anyone?
Now, can someone please tell me: is that a pig? And, what happened to the fellow’s legs? (This was carved onto a well head.)
[Now I can add, courtesy of Andrew, that this probably represents Saint Anthony Abbot, patron saint of butchers and pig rearers.]