I might rework the second sentence a bit before coming back to this novel.
Unable to identify this cactus photogrpahed in Sorrento below, but it was at least 12 foot tall. My best guess is Lophocereus which is prone to mutations. I am going to try and grow a decorative prickly-pear. Who knew growing an invasive weed would be so confusing from reading the internet? All I need is well-drained soil and sunshine.
Prickly Pear can be grown into a fence, which might make an interesting feature wall in a dry climate. Against a turqouise, sky-blue, cerulean what are you? coloured wall. The problem with having a good cactus garden is the Mexican desert ain't safe for homesteading no more since the narcos took over.
The thing about Venice was that I remembered it from Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade, so I was a little dissapointed with the experience. No-one chased me in a speed boat while I was hunting artefacts. There were certainly a lot more people about than in the fantastic film below. Italy should totally hire movie stars to live in and wander through their famous cities. I am sure they used to do that. Not enough Senators are buying festivals for the people anymore it seems.
Berlusconi is to blame for the massive banner ads for cars around St Mark's Square as they undertake restoration work underneath. In a country full of tourists, for shame. I met someone who paid big money to look after pandas for a week in China and they only got to touch one once! Mario Monti now needs a Tourism Minister who charges foreigners to come and undertake restoration work on their holdiays, for a specified period, otherwise they are not allowed entry into Italy.
|Murano, most likely if memory serves, where I bought my glass animals|
This is Venice bits and pieces, which it is falling to, you can see.
|From Russia With Love. Padlocks are the new graffiti.|
|Way of the dead - limited lunch options.|