When Bettie first asked Trevor about Venice, all he had to say was "I remember pigeons in St. Mark's Square. And a weird store with mannequins dressed in drag. That's about it." Day one brought us to the pigeons in St. Mark's. Day three brought us the mannequins in drag.
Each of the jackets on sale in the store had a price tag of 1500 Euro, roughly $2200.

Day three we traversed the crowds to visit Peggy Guggenheim's home with her ridiculously huge collection of art. Jackson Pollock, Alexander Calder, Max Ernst, Salvador Dali, and tons of Picasso- it was all there.




Each room had a photo showing you what it looked like when Peggy was still alive, each photo with a different pooch. This became a bit eery as when you go out into her garden, she is buried there with about 8 of her "babies" as the stone monument puts it. We attempted to visit two other art museums, to be turned away twice. Once due to strike and another due to renovations. Clearly this called for some gelato to remedy the situation.



We also visited a beautiful chocolaterie. We then shopped for cheese, prosciutto, and olives for our picnic the next day, and rested up before heading out again to La Merca, probably Bettie's favorite bar ever.

We then wandered in circles until coming upon a quiet little restaurant, and had ourselves some mussels, clams, cuttlefish in squid ink (the sauce is pure black ink, and is weirdly savory and delicious).

On our way home, we happened upon a sort of warehouse looking place with curious noises leaking out. We opened the door and found ourselves thrown into the lives of the young Venetian left wing bleeding heart political opposer faction- complete with a bar, a band, anti-government posters, and tons of young hip Venetians. This was cool, and free-form impromptu jazz sessions are understandable and enjoyable despite language barriers.

Exhausted, we gave in to the energy of the crowd and headed home.