IQs Charming House
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- High-speed internet in room
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... That was quite fine! On our way out of the restaurant, the proprietor offered Martin some of his personal grappa (a sort of cognac, according to Karen. I think it is firewater!) Martin was sharing it, sips for any who wished after sniffing it--really, the fumes would strip paint! Karen made an appreciative face and noise after her sip--and was handed her own glass! Which she drank, and enjoyed! The walk back to the hotel was a bit boisterous! ...
... your bag carrier for a generous fee (plus tip) Past the tacky souvenir stores displaying the masquerade masks by the bucket load and arrays of fridge magnets. We meandered our way through the throngs of people, tourists and sightseers alike, some out for an evening stroll while others purposely striding, weaving their way through the human obstacle course no doubt to hurry home to watch the Italian version of Pointless!
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... We walked past many different shops and restaurants before finally coming to a cafe where we sat down and had lunch. Of course we had pizza as we were in Italy and it was quite yummy. The only bad thing about the cafe was that there were heaps of pigeons just walking around and they keep on scaring me. We finally left the cafe and went back to the train station to pick up our bags and get on the train. It was ...
... and a church and sit under a tree, looking at the map we realise we have just about walked to the next region, or suburb,Arsenale (was the old dock yards back in the 12th Centuary). This has taken over an hour. We think we know where we went wrong, back track and get lost again. I had the wrong marking on the map so we weren't really were we thought we were. Around another corner and ... ****.. who the bloody hell knows where we are.
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It is hard to pinpoint exactly when Hannah Jo Schmitt began to pester me about visiting Venice. She couldn't have been more than 11 or 12 years old, but for some reason she was fascinated by this ancient city of canals and twisting streets, in all of its romantic decay. Not that she really knew anything about its decay, or its art, or that Vivaldi came from here (she's a violinist), but when I learned that 260,000 hard-earned American miles were going to expire by summer's ...