Today after the sister's of belleville cake I suffered constipation most horribly and positively drank olive oil all afternoon to try and give birth to my Tony Rabbits. We are having a lovely rainy day with cheap internet at Modigliani's where there are very good copies of his work made by the proprietress on every wall. The meal was good pesto genovese and I've recovered my sense of humour . An aborted and lengthy walk in search of a coin op laundry failed when an inscrutable conversation with a woman ironing clothes sent us off to a washing machine shop with the word automatic written on a paper scrap,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like children we follow any direction and like lambs get wet in the rain as we blunder about......Venice mouldering grandeur as illustration again of a glorious time at which we still marvel open mouthed that such could exist.
Rain is on the cards again tomorrow but we are determined to don our rain legs and accomplish some more tow path this time on the Po Fiume. Wish us duck......
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