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...
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?
Nevermind. The views ARE spectacular.
And the gelato NEVER disappoints.
New York gelato joints could catch a few lessons here.
Shall we catch a Vivaldi concert in some old church? It's required listening...
What about the Easter eggs/uova di cioccolata all covered in crepe paper and ribbons? Paris would not approve. They like to SEE their chocolate.
I guess it's pommes and blood oranges...
Happy Easter from Venice!(I'm in Astoria by the way...)