A night in Venice (Campo Santa Fosca (Small piazza in Venice), 28th June 2005, 2:33am

Summary(to be updated when found the right mood):
Saw the drummer from Verona in one of the alleys, find toilet, drunk bar owner, offered us bread and cheese, touched Jess’s head, winked at her, went back but no free drinks, came back and slept at the foot of XXX, met Audrey and Frankie (who look like Jerry), McToast, Gallupi at Burano, little fishing village with colourful houses, no gelati today but they are cheap, youth hostel close, woke up students to open the door for us, lot’s of people, tiny glass works, especially attracted to the orchestra set, want to come back and buy one every time, Jess found her frog prince, debating whether to buy whole set of froggies for ah khoon, water bus, got gondola offer for 10euro per person, souvenir shops with beautiful masks, Bauto, the most basic and first mask worn in the Carnevale, was the one worn by Casanova, people wear mask traditionally in Venice so that you can’t distinguish between the rich and poor, like creating a Utopia. Beautiful buildings. Pigeons jual mahal, must be females since they flock to Frankie and Kok Hin. Did not want Veronian bread, flew in mid air , sniffed the bread and flew off. Found kicking pigeons fun. Like the way lonely planet said about pigeons, how the only thing that outnumbers the pigeons are the tourists. Lovely music played by jazz and classical bands, took turns playing, missed the sound of clarinet. Someone took picture of us from the second floor.
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Today, we found out a lot of things. That there are practically nothing on wheels in Venice, that Venice is hell hot, gelati in Venice is cheaper, spaghetti in Italy is in fact very good if you order the right one AND the campo santa fosca has quite a nice spot to sleep overnight in.

Yes, I am in fact writing this at the foot of the XXX statue. The night is really quiet now and oddly, we feel somehow safe. To make it simple and clear: We are practically sleeping in the streets of Venice!

We smell, we are dirty, we are sticky with sea air. I’m itching and my stomach is grumbling. The night air is quite cooling and the marble steps as part of the statue gives a good flat laying ground. Occasionally, there are passer-bys, some looks like tourist heading back from the bar, quite a few lone ladies, groups of young guys laughing and chatting…(Some guy living on the top floor of an apartment must have found us to be interesting models for a photo and made a click on his camera)......let’s see what kind of state I will wake up in later this morning! Buona notte!