Forget the churches, architecture, art galleries, concerts, Bellinis (painted and poured), carnivals, masked balls, vaporetti and gondolas - the great claim to fame of
There for three nights the weekend before last, it dawned on me that the Venetians are not as other races when it comes to drinking.
The British like to slump in the corner of a pub sinking pints over several hours; the French like to chat at a café table; the Americans like to sit up at a bar; the Germans like to get noisy in a warm fuggy atmosphere; and the Japanese like to get completely rat-arsed.
But the Venetians are different. They enter one of their little bars. They order a drink which is usually very small. They exchange a word or two. Then they're off. They don't sit down. They don't argue, or wax expansive. They're in, knock it back, then off to the next bar. So a bar can be packed one moment and almost empty the next.
When in
The streets are tiny and have, obviously, never needed to be, nor could be, widened for cars, supermarkets, car parks or office blocks. The bars are as numerous as the sands on the shore.
But a word of advice. The bars to the North of the
Then, in the Ritzy posh bit of
So if you're in
Just have an excellent day - Venetian style - in the greatest drinking city on the planet.

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