We sidestepped the crowd of tourists and spent the next couple of days exploring Venice together. He helped haggle tickets to the opera and found a deserted canal for breakfast the next day. We got lost.
He had the sort of spring in his step that made you think he’ll be all right, no matter what happens. “If you ever come to Argentina,” his Spanish accent rolled with the waves, “you have a place to stay.”
"You'll know when you arrived".
Lazy Afternoon in Venice (Italy)
Meeting a musical soul as he busks his way across Europe
Getting lost, once again
Watching the remnants of the setting sun
Playing on the edge of the Adriatic Sea
Eating breakfast in the sun on the edge of a canal
Exploring Venice once the crowds have departed
Non siamo gondolieri