The last day was a bus-boat to Lido, to try and locate BEACH. An island off the island of Venice, it looks like Art Deco Miami but in utter isolation, a self-contained world that we lost outselves in, literally and found old hotels with photos of Bridgette Bardot and learned that this is where they filmed Death in Venice....
After braving the sulfuric dregs of our ground floor dampish flat (with amazing 5 bolt door locks, all operated with an immense skeleton key), shopping for fish with the geriatrics in the wee hours, imbibing and wandering endlessly, fighting off the tourists and staying silent amid the braggacio of the American ones, for fear of associative energies, ingesting visuals of all varieties and hearing bells ringing us beyond,
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