Venice in the Rain. the TERRIBLE, COLD rain.

my mom and me, trying to avoid the canal water, probably bemoaning our soaked shoes
my mom and me, trying to avoid the canal water, probably bemoaning our soaked shoes

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.

gaaahhh and brrrrrrr
gaaahhh and brrrrrrr
gaaahh some more, also, stinky.
gaaahh some more, also, stinky.
the water level was even with the sidewalk. not cool Venice, not cool.
the water level was even with the sidewalk. not cool Venice, not cool.

Gaaah Venice, my ambivalence continues….

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