St Marcos

We where walking beneath St Marcos belfry. Than the mexican looked into my eyes said " Shall we go to Las Vegas right now and get married?" I replied "But we are in Venice now." Some sort of missunderstanding did happen. We walked in odd mouring to the pier, holding hands. Behind us bellboys pulled at luggage. He was wearing a linen shirt and I a red dress. Full gonodolas of chinease tourists snapped photos of the candy colored mooring posts and our last kiss.