People we met in Venice

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Tristan and Zen, showing how to do Venice in the pouring rain.

It started at the airport. The queueing for the water bus was confusing and we got chatting to a nice British woman who was on the same boat as us, saying cheery goodbyes when she got off at stop before ours.

The first night we went to a tiny trattoria just around the corner from our hotel, in the lovely quiet Dorsoduro neighbourhood.

There was a nice German couple sitting next to us and we had one of those satisfying mixed language, shared interests chats. They gave us some good tips about exhibitions they’d seen.

The next day was the Noah rains described in a previous post and taking refuge in a lovely bar near our pensione in the late afternoon for a healing cognac, I was captivated by these young men.

They were the only people I saw looking chic that whole day. The proper wellies were the secret, teamed with big strong umbrellas.

As well as having what might be the world’s best name, Tristan Tancredi De Paoli, on the left, i…