Venice is perfect for ferreting out funny little details, like stuffed platypuses hanging from lamposts when the weather is nice. Sure there are hordes of tourists, but turn a corner, go under a random sottopassaggio and suddenly you’re in your own storybook world. HOWEVER. Venice is a miserable hellhole when it’s raining. Particularly when you’re on your way to catch your train so you’ve got your luggage with you, the wind is howling like a petulant 2-year-old, and the canals are starting to OVERFLOW their edges.
Gaaah Venice, my ambivalence continues….