So to catch up: on Weds morning Steve and I rousted ourselves in time to be second in line to make the long climb to the top of the Duomo.
The view was worth it.
Then we rejoined the fam for the train trip to Venice...
Sylvie loves Fanta, by the way. She believes it is Italian.
Once in Venice, we were of course obliged to take a water taxi to our hotel - which was AWESOME.
Lunch didn't stink...
Nor wandering Venice...
Nor our gondola ride...
Nor this view over drinks...
Nor dinner. Sylvie may have replaced red sauce with pesto atop her list of pasta-borne favorites.
More to come from Venice, which is now neck-and-neck with Positano on my all-time travel list.
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