We drift further from the Grande Canal carried by a tide of diverse nationals along the narrow arteries of Venetian commerce.
On each side a repeating DNA sequence of four boutiques: Glassware, Papier-mache masks, Ice-cream, Pizza slices, suddenly the pattern is interrupted by a mutation.
Where there should be a Papier-mache mask shop there is a MacDonalds.
This change may or may not be a successful adaptation and will be subject to the vagaries of natural selection within the wider context of global security, transatlantic fares, obesity fears etc...
"VILLA CASANOVA"
Casanova was possessed of a formidable talent regarding the fairer sex.
To my mind he must have had his work cut out making a career out of pleasing women.
"I can see what they mean about Italian men" said Isabelle, gazing at some tall, well proportioned middle-aged guy in a tailored suit on the ferry back to Villa Casanova, our hotel.
Maybe we're looking at the vestiges of the selection processes for the legions of the Roman Empire? But then even the local sparrows look more manly.
2 comments:
Just one Cornetto, get one for me.
The McFlurry, mark my words, will survive for a million years, mmm.
Probably none around in Casanovas day, that would have made his career even harder.
I thought the purpose of the trip was to direct more Romance in each other's direction - not towards hunky Italians!
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