Venice Walk of Shame, June 2016

Returning to our hotels after dinner with friends- who happened to be in Venice by chance at the same time as Wifey & I- all disembarked from the water taxi at the wrong stop. Fortified with all that lovely Italian wine at dinner we set about hoofing it on foot back to our respective hotels through the deserted streets. When we passed through St Marks Square at a very unsociable hour, the only other creatures there were pigeons. We're all still going to therapy to get over that Venetian death march undertaken while already tired and somewhat pissed...