Now in Venice, where I’ve seen no confusing pictures involving arrows (as I saw in Naples–a drawing of a priest with arrows in him, something political I didn’t understand), but plenty of others with religious themes that could use some explaining.

Spent some time in Casanova’s old jail cell, ate wonderful food, drank great wine, got lost and found, pretended I speak Italian, and saw a fair amount of water.  All in a day, and now can’t move.  I think I’m still in Venice, but not sure.

On to Slovenia tomorrow, where two days ago (yes, was already there) I asked a man to take a picture of my friend John and me, which prompted him to take John by the arm, walk him over to the site I wished to photograph and waited for me to take THEIR picture.  I’m still not sure how that happened, but I now have a nice photo of Jeff and a strange Slovenian man.  Hmm . . .