Whoever created the concept of a photo essay, I love you. Hell, if I could throw all my pictures onto this blog without having to trudge through the tough, albeit gratifying, process of verbally explaining experiences that are inherently difficult for a unseasoned writer such as myself to describe, then I'd declare every post a photo essay. I will nonetheless force myself to write more, as "sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta good at something" (Jake The Dog, Adventure Time, Pendleton Ward et al., 2010). But not in this post. My brain is mush, and I have pictures to share.
Et voilà: my gloomy and beautiful day and a half in Venice summed up in imagery