Venice
We took the overnight train from Paris
to Venice, which is much more romantic than it sounds, especially when
you bring a picnic dinner of cheese and sausage that ferments in your little
compartment. And they wouldn't let us tube down the canals, so we
had to take a gondola. But we had a great time wandering around the
town, down the little streets and across the bridges with no real destination
in mind. And the Ferrovia, or water buses, are a trip!
One truly American note: just
when you think we live in a high-tech global village, you discover something
that show you otherwise, like a chamberpot in your train compartment, or
no touch-tone phones in the hotels.
Now
for Florence