Last Day in Venice

So, this afternoon I agree went a lot better that day #1. First off, I wasn't a zombie walking around trying to keep my eyes open and enjoy everything on 2 days of sleep. And also, we got to see so much. San Marco Square is so beautiful, despite the world's fattest pidgeons being there, especially with the lions with the books everywhere which is the symbol of Saint Mark. I also enjoyed the Basilica, which has beautiful mosaics everywhere, sadly no pictures because it is a church. We went to see the Bridge of Sighs inside the doge's palace in which the entrances down there are about 5'6" tall. Phil, knowing this ducked several times to get under them but didn't see one right in front of him and ran smack into it. It was hilarious for me, especially because I didnt have to duck at all and could walk clear under it. Murano, Burano, and Torchello were amazing. The shop keeper at Murano liked me very much, so don't listen to Phil, people do like me over here. Least I attempt to speak Italian, unlike him of whom refuses to try to speak any Italian. Not even a bon giorno or grazie! We got to walk down to Ponte Rialto tonight as well, very pretty at night. Shockingly, it does not smell like ocean. I refused on the way back to walk on the thin little dock things they have, but thats because knowing me, I'd go tumbling into the Grand Canal while Phil stood aside and laughed and took pictures. Tomorrow, we migrate to Florence via train to explore that new city. Hopefully this time Phil will entertain himself by other things instead of playing the "i'm not touching you" game like the plane ride from Rome to Venice.