With our first full day in Venice packed with colourful houses, fresh spaghetti and terrible attempts at learning the basics of Italian- Joe and I spent our last few hours covering as much ground as possible- with an agenda of spoon-thick hot chocolate and pillowy crusted pizza topping our last minute lists.
As I mentioned, Venice really is a city to get lost in. With crams of tourists lining each bridge and square, it makes all the difference to wander a little aimlessly and avoid the sea of selfie sticks and leisurely paces (it’s the Londoner in me, I promise). So- with a few hours we attempted to be as aimless as possible (as much as you can be with an airport check in time and a cab home booked)- and made a beeline for Dorsoduro, and corners we hadn’t properly had a chance to scope out.
With Caffè Florian satisfying our need for something sweet after hopping of off boat from our hotel- we quietly nestled in this regal cafe (which felt incredibly Parisian and Wes Anderson) before picking up the pace to while away our last couple of hours…