We have become venetians
We wear shoes without socks
We wear bright polo shirts with collars flicked up
We either stroll languidly along the fondamenta
Or
Barrel through the campo with grace and agility whilst at the same time pretending not to notice how the touristios gaze at us in awe and envy
I have accepted the position of il doge for a day ( a competition based on how Venetian you look and be ) and am sitting for my portrait this afternoon.
I will send a picture through later.
We ascend the campanile early today and prepare for the beach at lido tomorrow
Our swimsuits are being minimized at the cozzi salon this morning
The seamstress is challenged by how much front room I need
but is determined to make the hi cut thigh and buttock show
Panels work.
Apparently my style is called
" il hugio immensio il never forgetio "
Don't know quite what that means
but the seamstress did have tears in her eyes when we were measuring up.
A poignant touch I thought to myself.
Oh, colours
Matt black or plastic white
They also do a nice and subtle purple and gold
but I think I will leave that for the wannabe venetians
There are so many of them around....
Love much love
Husband and father and leader
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