I can now reveal that last week’s coy allusion to happy busy-ness was in reference to my holiday… Yes, folks, I spent last week sipping wine in the sunshine and wandering the streets of Venice with my lovely family. *Smug mode engaged*
Contrary to popular opinion, Venice is not a city of water. No. It’s a city of impossibly picturesque windows and doors. At least, according to my camera’s memory card, at any rate… Look.
I particularly like this simple facade. Faded and crumbling, but still beautiful. And, yes, I know the pictures are skewif. I blame the subsidence. And the vino.
