It was the summer of 1968, June to be exact when I visited Venice, Italy. You've seen the City in hundreds of movies. The photo shown here is of the Grand Canal. What is my greatest memory? The smell of rotting garbage was overwhelming.
Then, later that day, I walked the Piaza. Pigeon droppings were in the air and onto me as the critters flew overhead.
Maybe I had a bad attitude that day.
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