words and pics about living and raising a child in Venice
And, how fortuitous that you happened to be in the neighbourhood at the right time!
I think it's always fortuitous or fortunate--as Bert would have it--for one to be anywhere in Venice at any time, as I suspect you'll agree (even if I'm barely making grammatical sense here).
And how fortunate! :-)Am I taking pedantry to new heights? (along with the wheelbarrow)
Both pedantry and punning, I'm afraid... The latter of which I only narrowly resisted when making the post.
Thanks for checking in, and for your comment. Venice is full of surprising and apt juxtapositions.
There's feed to carry down the aisle and distribute to each horse, and hay to deliver to the stalls and paddocks.
Well, they do call them choir stalls, don't they?