Out on Murano.
We stopped to pat him.
(I am not here to accommodate your needs, mad tourist lady.)
There was, though, this tile of a kitty, just down the street from us.
Sair's scary glass ring, from Murano.
Fitted fingerless leather gloves.
You do not see the raspberry pink pair.
Because we bought them.
(Flute players frequently rehearse in inadequately heated places..
We were sitting in a nearby cafe when this lady arrived with a small band of friends, all singing and clapping, who all came in for a brief round, and then took off again, off to the next stop.
Those are strings of uncooked sausages around her neck.
And the funnel had something to do with wine….
After they left I managed to ask the nice waiter about it.
(Basically I ask in my sorta Italian, and he answers in his sorta English, and we are both perfectly happy.)
Questa donna, che fa?
She has completed her school.
Beats black robe and mortar-board anyday.
Oh and this.
Scary Wolf-Lady from airport ad.