Drea (1) met my 8 AM train after, I suspect, a night of very little sleep. Her summer architecture studio had officially disbanded the evening before, and the streets of Venice were thus filled with protractor-wielding celebrants. Finding Venice much more "european" (read: quaint) than big-city Paris, I took lots (2) of (3) pictures (4), and looked for the perfect mustard-colored house. Sometimes strangers (5) posed for us. We ate crepes (6) in a courtyard near an orientationally-challenged tower (7).

Took in the Peggy Guggenheim museum. Man, she has good taste.

So then we were arrested (8).

To ride the main ferries along the Grand Canal, you buy your L. 6,000 ($3) ticket (9), validate it at a machine, and hop on. So we did that. However, the Ferry Police, thinking Drea and I looked like a couple of international conspirators, accused us of having invalid tickets and threw the book at us. Ashamed, and 45,000 lira poorer, we disembarked. Unjustly fined for a crime we didn't commit, our lives were forever altered, and like whacked superheroes we set out to commit as many petty crimes as possible. Stay tuned for more tales of our evil exploits.

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