Week Twenty Seven. Pirates of Venice.
We drove away from winter into spring then back up to the top of the world where we danced on clouds. Then we made our way through tiny villages and past castles sleeping in our tiny car in a pizzeria car park until we made it to the sea.
Walking the streets of Venice with no map and no plan we stumbled across the hidden treasures that litter the island, stealing bread sticks drinking wine and taking no prisoners…
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