From the Correr Museum (and that brilliant sculptor, Canova), Icarus and Daedalus. We all know how that ended.
Also in the Correr.
“I can’t believe I’ve scored this boring job!”
As we waited beside the Grand Canal for the regata of la Befana, a gondola glided past. (I always think there should be an added conjugation of glide, and that is: glid. For example: He glid on the ice).
And, oh good grief, they’ve started already! For anyone who has trouble gaining weight, Venice has just the thing for you. And, they go by the name fritelle.