Venice

I expected little from Venice--I don't love the idea of a city built in the mud on stilts, and I can't help but imagine it floating off or sinking. You can see what I mean, yes? To where did that door lead when it was built?

I thought I'd find a smelly place with an occasional picturesque canal. I was pleasantly surprised. Venice is beautiful. This next one is one of my favorites. What are those colorful doors for? So much of the city seemed like relics of a different time. Fertile grounds for the imagination, I tell you.

We met Mike's family in the square in front of St. Mark's--fortunately, I love Mike's family and had a great time roaming around with them. Two of the many things the Wonnacott's are good at: shopping...

and eating.

Here's Mike in front of the facade of St. Mark's. Fun square, but no place to sit. Venice was definitley a place to be on your feet.

I loved all the little alleyways that zigzagged through Venice. It made the light do interesting things and lent the whole place a mysterious air.

This little alley made us think of Miles, who's like a little monkey with his shimmying up the walls in our house.

Mostly, though, we just roamed in Venice, and it looked like this: