Let's pretend we're in Venice for Easter...
Let's amble along a canal...
Let's buy a pink quill pen and write a love letter to Byron or Shelley...
Whilst drinking a Campari spritz in a cafe...
You could think about all the Murano glass you didn't buy...
Let's amble along a canal...
Let's buy a pink quill pen and write a love letter to Byron or Shelley...
Whilst drinking a Campari spritz in a cafe...
You could think about all the Murano glass you didn't buy...
And forget the rather unspectacular pizza you did buy. These guys should come to New York - they throw a thin stripe of red sauce around the edges. What's up with that?