Thanksgiving in Venice 2002

Pictures - Venice, November 2002: Hotel, and Us

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Brett in Denmark, nine flight hours into the trip and still smiling. This is because SAS is the best airline ever. Really. We love the Danes.	Me in Denmark, much disheveled. He travels better than me, apparently.	To get to the hotel, we had to go through this tiny little crack of an alley you can see just right of center... the one that's about an inch wide.	...and walk up the canal next to this gondola parking lot where all of the local vendors put ashore for the night.

The room had these beautiful casement windows you could throw open, mosquitoes be damned, and through which...	...you could see the canal, and listen to the accordian playing and singing of the gondoliers, and watch the locals walk to work in their big green rubber boots.	At night, it was even more pretty.	This was the view out the front of the hotel.

Us on our gondola ride. We were the only boat on the water that night, it seemed like, and the gondolier sang to himself in the most wonderful voice.	Brett, looking thoughtfully off a Dosoduro bridge, on our second day.	Brett, canalside in Cannareggio.	In the hotel room. I love this picture, even though it's blurry.

Me, somewhere in Accademia, when we were really lost. It took us two hours to get from our hotel to the Accademia bridge, a distance of maybe a quarter mile. But it was fun, and we got lots of great pictures.	Doing something, Cannareggio. I wore this hat almost constantly so that I could skip the umbrella.	Big green rubber boots, loaned to us by our hotel, which gave us a lot of freedom in the first two days while it flooded. We just hiked up our clothes and waded everywhere.	Outside the doge's palace...