The luminous view from my window at dawn; some cavorting nymphs on the base of the statue commemorating Domenico Rossetti de Scander - lawyer, intellectual etc. of the late C18th and early C19th;
and the interior of the completely wonderful Caffè San Marco - there since 1914 (though destroyed in WW1 and then rebuilt) - clearly the minute it opened it was the new in place and Joyce, Svevo etc hung out there. It still morphs into a bookshop ... and serves very good cappuccino.
And then ... a long journey back to Wimbledon, where it's now wild and wet and stormy - another world from the last week.