This morning Anne and I went shopping for pegs and washing liquid and came back with a tray of lettuce and some fish. Not many people on the island wash their clothes by the looks of things.
We finally got away and two blocks later are taking coffee. Tony is enjoying the sun while we are taking in the shade.
Eva bought a wallet and Tony is checking out t-shirt prices.
A sea of people embraced us in San Marco. Many had not been able to buy pegs either, by the smell of things.
We ventured down memory lane and found the apartment where we stayed in 2003 with the boys. Had a drink in the courtyard below, that is still part of the restaurant that we never ate at during that stay. A little oasis of peace after the hubbub of St Marks. It's a shame how the influx of day trippers spoil it for others. Hopefully, we'll have it to ourselves tomorrow.
Oh boy! We've sure walked up a thirst. We've just been on an absolute wild goose chase hunting up a couple of eating places that were a) unfindable; and b) closed. Anne's recommendations via lonely planet. Gone to rack and ruin once it was sold to the poms.
Still, we all enjoy a 6 kilometre walk. It's the additional four k we walked to get back home that has worn us out. It wasn't a good idea to wear thongs today (although some of the locals look good in them).
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