I fell in love with this city. Although, I have to say that the city's beauty is heightened by the dodgy sandwich on BA (British Airways) economy class and the shock of having to shell out an additional £320 on my youngest cos British Airways did not think she was an infant anymore... all before 7:00 in the morning!
And the contingent of octogenarians who anxiously try to scope your seat number as you board in the hope that you and your family are not sitting next to them.
Once in the air they helplessly, (the octogenarians) attempt to gas all other passengers by farting for the full two hours 10 minutes of the flight... I can only assume that this was to help keep the plane in the air and subdue any screaming children.
Ho hum. A small price to pay. Venice is beautiful, entrancing and enchanting. Where ever you go the scenery is stunning the buildings against the back drop of blue sky and blue lagoon water, just... What can I say, you just have to soak it all up as you sit at Levanes drinking your tea and watch your children happily persecute the pidgeons in Saint Mark's, fueled on a cocktail of gellato and pizza.
The food is great, sea bass, fish risotto and Pizza with mushrooms the people wonderful and generous. It is a city that is hard to leave without promising each other that you will come back.
And then there are the the octogenarians who, at Venice Marco Polo, provided comic relief after our restful short break. Who, with a great sense of irony, drag their many suitcases to the check in desk and then over tax the staff with demands for wheelchairs to take them to their respective flights.
I can only assume to conserve there essential gases for the flight. There is nothing like airing your dirty laundry in public.
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