Dear G-or-gina and Poophie,
A: A pigeon blipping me in the face.
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I wasn’t paying attention and Boom! Now I am paranoid my face might have caught something.
Pigeons rule the city of Venice and for some sick reason tourists love having their picture taken with them draped over their body.
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They are rats.
You wouldn’t have your picture taken with street rats crawling all over you! Would you?
Arriving in Venice, no map. Lachie was relying on me because I have been to Venice. It was three years ago and I had a guide. I have no idea. I figured it all leads to same square. So I picked narrow streets and bridges at random and hoped for the best.
Venice is bigger than I remember. With 177 islands, 150 canals and 400 bridges it’s no wonder we got lost.
Gondelas, canals, old buildings, alley ways. Venice is pretty. At the same time I wouldn’t spend more than a day there. You might get bored.
Street art doesn't lie.
I spent the day dragging Lachie to every single Mask shop I could find.
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My favourite shop was called Veniceland! It was spectacular. Like going to the Lost Forest as a kid to have a puggle party for your birthday. For those that don’t recall puggle parties perhaps like going to the Mcdonalds train then. It was a land of its own. So much glitter and sparkle. I think the masks had real diamonds on them. That’s the only logical explanation I could come up with for the price.
It was a true peter pan moment.
I didn’t buy a mask. I decided they were too expensive.
I ate all day. Licorice was good.
So were the biscuits.
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