Venice

Once David and I were married, we decided to make a clean break with society by escaping to Venice. It was a good choice. Besides tourists, Venice is full of great pasta, greater (or if not greater, at least more refreshing) gelato, jaw-dropping art and water. As we know, the water is what makes it special. But I think the pasta is the real reason people come. Although the views are not bad either. We dabbled in tourism for a minute, taking in the view from atop the bell tower on San Marco Square, and then we decided to shuck the masses and get lost. So we wandered. And this is what we saw.

View of San Marco Square from the bell tower.

David is a Grade A hooligan.

Too many tourists.

Fancy shopping.

This was random. But I appreciate its anti-capitalist message.

A true cannoli (it was delicious.)

I hesitate to post this picture, but...it's sort of funny in a let-that-be-a-lesson-to-you-not-to-sit-with-your-legs-spread-apart-while-wearing-a-dress kind of way. I meant to take a picture of the cool algae, but instead...this.

Naked boy holding a frog. No idea of its significance.

I just like the look on this man's face.

Rialto bridge.

View from Rialto Bridge.

And that night we took a gondola ride. One of the coolest things I've ever done. It was just the two of us (and the gondolier, obviously), floating along the quiet canals with nobody in sight, just the lights, the water and us.

 And then we took the most crowded waterbus on the planet home :).