Sealegs in Venice

We canàt afford this particular internet station so we are just sending signs of life’

Weàve spent the day roaming venice, gazing at the bazillion gold tesserae of San Marco until our necks cricked and hysteria set in and we could no longer obey the stern Silenzio! signs, socializing with a young woman from New Zealand whom we adopted for the afternoon, and looking on with horror as other tourists used cracked corn to lure nasty, pink’toed pigeons — intentionally!– to sit on their heads. yuck!

weàve noticed that the canals seem steady while the buildings seem to wash up and down” — sealegs or dehydration? we arenàt sure.

more soon islands tomorrow, adn the ghetto