venice

No escaping it - Venice is blindin'. Gobsmaking, clichéd and
impeccable.
Top moments: Opera, Don Giovanni, the blackest possible. This
is Mozart, pretty tunes, bit of drama, being turned into a rape/violent/
demonic orgy with cred. And a trick ending.
Downside of Venice: the earth is always moving, swaying, going
up-and-down, creaking and shifting and tilting.
Or I could be tooo sensitive.

Got back after a voyage comparable to that of Ulysses (thanks to
Victoria for rescuing me) then took a bottle of blanquette to Leos.
So did Kat. Unfortunately Leo had one too.
So after a bottle each I'm still going up-and-down, swaying,
creaking, shifting...
on the plus side, on an empty stomach the vitamins and minerals
that make blanquette such a popular health drink hit the stomach
lining faster and are quickly digested.

Thence to walk my dear Lily. The Bullfrogs are broadcasting their
astonishing masculinity; les petites ducs are looking out for dinner;
the mad chemist in the sky has puffed vulgar perfumes over our
moonlit lanes.

And where are my co-dog walkers Annie and Pete?
Elsewhere, thats where. Aint fair.

Wanted to go on about Don Giovanni and other treasures -
the head of Francis of Assisi, for example, and the many
Tintorettos left lying about in churches, badly framed.

Will probably write more on all when the blanquette wears off.