Charlie sunshine by lily morton6/4/2023 He treated me to peach Bellinis in the famous Harry’s Bar, a dark little place that had apparently been frequented by everyone from Ernest Hemingway to Charlie Chaplin. He’d waited patiently as I goggled at each place-like the opulent Doge’s Palace or the beautiful Saint Mark’s Basilica-regaling me with facts and insisting on taking hundreds of pictures. He knows Venice like the back of his well-travelled and badly behaved hand, so I’m sure I’ve seen a side of the city that tourists rarely do.Įvery few minutes, he’d drag me down some picturesque alley or back street, finding unique experiences beyond the well-trod tourist spots, with the air of a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Max has been a good guide, which isn’t surprising, because if you turned him upside down and shook him, stories would come tumbling out.
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