It is raining outside, but the hotel has an umbrella that we can borrow. Venice is full of shops and tourists. The small alleys can leave someone with a predilection for claustrophobia dizzy. Well built hunks offer to take us on a gondola ride, but it isn't a pleasing prospect in the rain. Moreover, the prices they quote are steep. Our travel book suggests that we take a ride on the waterbus instead, which will provide the same experience.
Wife disappears into shops every now and then, while I engage in people watching. Towards the evening the rain subsides and I can finally put away the umbrella.
St Mark's Square has a church on one end, whose shape reminds me of the structures in Kremlin that I have seen in pictures. I find out the next day, that indeed the building has a lot of Russian influence.
The square has scores of people. In the center, a flock of pigeons are being fed by tourists. Every now and then, the pigeons flutter into the sky in a graceful arc and everyone (including me) reach for their cameras to get a picture. There are so many pigeons that the local government injects pigeon feed with birth control.
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