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Friday night
There was a high tide; not quite "acqua alta" but enough to fill San Marco with ankle deep puddles. The shops and cafes must have been gnashing their teeth, because the crowds were much thinner than you would expect for a Friday. But the water enhanced the party atmosphere; one magical moment: a couple dancing in the water, as the lights from the piazza reflected and twinkled, and the band played, inexpicably, "New York, New York" ( Read more... )
There was a high tide; not quite "acqua alta" but enough to fill San Marco with ankle deep puddles. The shops and cafes must have been gnashing their teeth, because the crowds were much thinner than you would expect for a Friday. But the water enhanced the party atmosphere; one magical moment: a couple dancing in the water, as the lights from the piazza reflected and twinkled, and the band played, inexpicably, "New York, New York" ( Read more... )