When the #1 vaporetto lets you off at the San Marco stop.
You are forced to walk down alleyways lined with deluxe shops.
"Name, names, names Sweetie-Darling"
Missoni, Pucci, Cavalli.
Bottega Veneto.
You instantly feel the pinch in your purse.
These diamond-encrusted shoes do not have your name on them.
Not mine anyway.
Italianos or touristas? What's your guess?
This is why I suggest don't bother with the 3 euro cioccolata.
And ante up 9 euros at Caffe Florian. At least here you can feel like a principessa.
