It felt good to finally smell the foul sewer stench of the Venice Canals. It is like that mixture of pollution and salt when one exits out of LAX. There is only one kind of stink in Venice but boy, does it smell wicked. I love being on the water...I could not for the life of me get my husband to take a gondola. Sure, it is tacky..but in a good embarrassing way. If Woody Allen could do it, my husband should be able to do it to please his wife. AS the saying goes, 'one must chose their battles ' in married life. Oh well, next time...
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