The sun is riding low, most of the tourists to Piazza San Marco have returned to their rooms to nap or prepare for supper. I am taking the opportunity of the relative quiet to sit outside the Florian drinking a Bellini. Watching the lingering activity at the piazza, those tourists with new digital cameras or video machines so small they fit in one hand, I find myself thinking of the ladies. *lol* yes, it's true, the ladies. Venezia has some of the most beautiful and passionate women I have had the pleasure of calling friend. Yes *lol* Yes, I know some of you may be gawf'ing some even snorting with laughter, but I swear to you, women are not my sole interest in life! *waving to a dear friend across the piazza* *I raise my glass in salute* The waiter knows my early evening drinking habits well....he discreetly sets a third Bellini on the the green table. Seeing another dark haired beauty whom I have recently shared a late supper, *I kiss my fnger tips and blow the kisses her way* She returns my fingertip air kiss with her well manicured red nails and we both smile as she turns to return to where ever..........The orange sun dips just below the horizon while I turn my attentions to finishing my drink.