19 — Wander past the Arsenale where there’s a big queue and a flurry of people handing out books. Make no move to join it, look away even, embarrassed — queuing for art — and am accosted by a man with book, brochure etc. I feel a little grumpy, I’m not sure why exactly. Standing on a bridge (do all the little bridges have names?) I take a picture of the…
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