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I had never thought about this, but there are only 2 ways to get around on Venice...by some kind of boat or by walking. If you had never been here before, you wouldn't have thought about it.
There are no cars, so no busses, no taxis...and no bicycles. The streets are wide enough for about 3 people. This is not the place for anyone that has a problem walking.
Also, when I arrived, the man showed me the garbage schedule...I can't understand it but it's something like you put your small grocery sized shopping bag out on certain early mornings and someone comes and picks them up. If it is recyclable, you have to put a sticker on it.
I'm afraid to make and refuse as I don't know what to do with it.  Down the alleyways you see small tied up shopping bags waiting to be picked up. It must be a real mess when the city floods.

I can't imagine what it would be like here when it was crowded...like at Carnival. I think it would be too creepy and crowded for me. It's somewhat crowded now.
When I walked back from the boat last night eh closer I got to San Marco , the more the streets started to fill. There were also many people out with their dogs walking thought the crowded shopping streets on a Sunday evening before Christmas.

May I just say....how can people let tiny little dogs walk on the ground in a big crowd? Why do they allow it? It seems so unthinking to me. I saw an tiny chihuahua with a sweatshirt coat on. It wasn't like a cape, or something simple, it had sleeves for the arms and the legs. Do people not get that the little dogs are afraid? They could be crushed with one wrong stomp of a boot. Wake up people.  Would you let your child , that you put in a fashionable straight jacket, wander around in a large group of elephants that were in a hurry , going this way and that?

When I finically got to San Marco, last night, there was a choral group singing Christmas sponges in a funk manner ( see the pics) they were great. I listened for awhile and then meandered toward the grand canal to take some photographs. I could hear them singing from there, they ended with a favorite song of mine,,,an odd choice for the circumstances..." An Englishman in NY" , by Sting...now I can't get it out of my head but that's ok...it's a good song for meandering.

I located Harry's Bar. I so wanted to go in but here is the deal....you can't see in. It's on a corner, with glowing windows, nothing fancy, no doorman, no grand facade...the windows have the name glazed , subtly into them...but you can't see in. I can't see if it's safe...I saw no one go in or out. It just crouched there, daring me to go in.....am I dressed correctly? Would I stick out? Is it filled with old women in furs and men in ascots drinking manhattans? Or is it filled with chic Italian men in Gucci suits, with pointy shoes who just arrived by private water taxi? Or super thin Italian women in high heels with long colored fingernails and expensive jewelry .
How would someone as rough and messy as Hemingway feel now in Harry's Bar?
A dilemma for me.