Venice was amazing. It was just like being on a film set – I kept expecting Casanova (David Tennant version, obviously) to appear or James Bond to drive past in a hovercraft gondola.
Every time we turned a corner, I had to snap away with my camera as the bridges and canals got more and more ridiculously picturesque. It was almost impossible to take a bad photo (unless I was in it; which is why I won’t be sharing those with you).
Best bits? The tranquility that comes with the lack of cars, friendly locals, dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe (yep, I’m that person but I don’t care…the pulled pork bap was awesome) and discovering Spritz, my new favourite cocktail. Apparently, Spritz is so 2012 but I’m no trailblazer so I’m making it my drink of summer 2014.
Worst bits? Nothing. I loved everything about it. Ok, maybe paying €72 for a day’s water-bus pass was a tad pricey and the serenity of a beautiful piazza was slightly spoilt by the resident drunks singing You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling at top volume but apart from that, everything was wonderful. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
And, of course, I couldn’t stop singing this everywhere we went: