We passed by a snow-dusted Bologna after we left Florence.
Ahh, Venice. The only sinking city with main transportation via boats, absolutely no cars or Vespas, few railings, and restaurants practically on the water.
The view from Ponte di Rialto.
Trapped in Piazza San Marco and I don't care to try and leave.
No words.
Thought this could be Banksy, but more likely than not it's done by an admirer.
(Rebecca in the background)
Back on Ponte di Rialto at dusk.
"Wait, are those ... . . are those glass.. pens..?"
Riding on a traghetto (their equivalent of a bus). There is nothing ugly about Venice.
Murano glass. Oh, beautiful, perfect, glass pen that I purchased after specifically hunting for... .. you almost made it back to Rome in one piece. Almost.
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