Yesterday was one of the most perfect beach days on record. Not a cloud in the sky except for some of those pretty, angel-looking wispy ones ... and so warm it was almost weird (for March). After a day on the sand with Bunny, I pedaled towards home and passed by this gentleman on the bench playing his erhu (Chinese violin) ...
It sounded so lovely and exotic against the happy shouts of kids, skateboard wheels grinding and waves crashing in the distance ... And he looked so happy.
It was exactly what Venice is all about. Needs to be all about. One love.
Thank you, dear Venice.