Woke up at 11:30 again. We keep missing our breakfast in the hotel. Oh well. We said goodbye to our friends, including Alan Roberts. Then, a boat ride to yet another beautiful bridge, a walk to a hidden park, and finally to the motif of the day...a bridge. Paul painted. Caren had to pee the whole time. Bleh.
We had dinner tonight in a fine little restaurant in Dorsoduro. The duck was divine, and so was the red wine. We had creme brulee for dessert. We thought we would take an alternate route back to the hotel...we knew we had taken a wrong turn when we arrived at the bus station. First cars we have seen since our arrival. But, before that, the city was quiet as we strolled through the back streets, over sweet bridges and calm canals. We caught the last boat down the Grand Canal which forced us off at the Rialto bridge and sent us walking yet again through town. St. Mark's square was nearly devoid of people and a sight to behold. It is truly one of the most magnificent architectural achievements of humankind. We made it home at 1:00 am.
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