Bank holiday morning. Got off the vaporetto and wandered about. Found this quiet little square, a stage set, empty apart from pigeons mauling garbage. Someone playing opera on the radio. Elderly gent watering his pelargoniums. People on morning strolls. I was drawing the tower when this clever garbage boat (with cheerful, appreciated binmen) turned up.
Note dog, pruned like the lion of San Marco, which slept under our table one afternoon transplanted here.