This guy is the Helen Keller of limbs. I have to find out what the building next to him is, because I peeked in a window and there was a gigantic (like, five foot long) silver spoon lying on the floor. That's my kind of art!
Up close and personal with the lepers.
Romantic Venetian crane. There is construction and restoration all over the place, everywhere I've been. I guess a city is never really finished, even one as totally filled in as Venice.
Venice is pretty much one giant alleyway, and yet it smells perfectly clean everywhere. Therefore I ask: What is wrong with you, Parisians?
There's a constant ocean haze over Venice that gives good sunset.
Social subversion and cocktails? Count me in.
I can't make my camera take good night shots (unless there's a setting, Bee?) so you'll have to take my word that Venice in the evening is lovely.