Our European line – Venice

Venice, this is a mirage of a city.

With round top tip of Baroque and rococo church spire, don't have a style. Remember the island saw a painting: the blue of the sea, a drum with wind of white sailboat and look in the blue, on the horizon. The background behind it is a House with age. I was feeling is that if the wind changes, Brig is rushed into the House's living room!

Every day, the soles of the feet side always run a grey blue ocean, surrounded by Occluder constantly remind you, so watch out for yourself would inflict some cross-in.

In Venice famous guest, with crowds of, Exult, channeling to flee to Dove hunt there. Once, I bought a bag of corn child to feed them, the result is they have no fear of falling into my head, shoulders and arms. Fortunately, that moment has not avian flu. Open-air cafés before a cup of coffee, tea, sea breeze slowly from the face, pulling hair, melodious melody of piano playing, made out in unlimited reverie.

Once in the island's Chinese restaurant meal, see a scene, which will help but can't: an old CHUM is divided with a boy, sitting opposite the old too enjoyed eating their own plate in a fish, boy bow before eating a dish of Yangzhou fried rice.

At that time, I think that their Chinese eat a little bit of knowledge is not, and should also run to the Chinese restaurant, afraid of ridicule. If this happened in China, other people also do not think that this old too abused boys?