Boats are like their cars there.
And water is equivalent to roads.
Squid ink spaghetti at Ristorante Trovatore!
My dad got scolded by a random Italian for scaring the pigeons for my shot, ‘cos apparently pigeons are sacred to them.
Then these seagulls came swooping down in the midst of all the pigeon
They were like, “Who’s da boss?”
St Mark’s Square.
The two pinkish pillars were stained with blood from beheaded heads of criminals displayed publicly in the past.
Watched a glassmith did a blow job. Er, I mean really what, he blows for a living lol.