We spent a day in quiet Burano strolling down the picturesque streets, poking our heads in shops selling all sorts of extravagant lace clothing, eating lunch, taking photos, and goofing around. Holidays are great for that. I almost bought a small original painting, an image of a canal with the brightly colored homes. An old woman was selling it in her shop. The artist was her husband and she was so proud of him. I thought it would be hard to fit in my suitcase, I thought I could paint my own original from a photograph. But now, I wish I had bought it.
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