Just to show that it’s not all lamentation and garment-rending out here, I’m sharing a glimpse of a blithe little moment in the Piazza San Marco this morning.
Four French women (no, they hadn’t been sent as reparations, or hostages, by Napoleon…) were celebrating the birthday of one of them. It was pretty sweet. I didn’t ask what else the day had in store for them. Any people who are able to come up with this as the centerpiece of a party are capable of just about anything, and I hope they did them all.
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no cakes in Venice? 😉
You jest, I know: Certainly there are cakes here. But buying a cake requires no imagination whatsoever. This quartet gets high marks from me because while I doubt that all four women came up with the idea, obviously one of them did and the other three went along with it. And they still had hours left in which to eat gelato.