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My mom and I make Venice unsafe for a second time.
Enjoy it all, through the lens of my smart phone.
The bad thing about Venice is of course all the tourists. Being a fat fuck from Norway I’m not really allowed to belly ache about it. But I really think Venice should have a dress code, and the code should be: “you tried”. Everywhere an endless stream of people in baseball caps and workout clothes, jogging up and down the most beautiful city in the world, or weighing down shiny black gondolas: the obese Texans, Russians, and groups of Indian or Japanese people, all bobbing in the canal. I'm not sorry about snapping these pictures of this magnificent creature at the stern of the Vaporetto. This was the only person I saw on my whole trip to put in the proper effort in her appearance. Later I caught a glimpse of her lover and her, on a bench in the park at Giardini. The sun shone brightly on them as she had her head in his lap, and one leg dangling effortlessly over her knee. Great people watching! I’d read her book, or watch her movie!
