Venice, Italy

The first sight that greeted us when we arrived at the alley that would lead us to our Bed and Breakfast was this. Three Italian men sitting at a café, strumming their guitars and singing out loud, intermixing it occasionally with casual conversation. It was a weekday afternoon and tourists were everywhere, rushing from one attraction to another, dressed unglamorously in sports shoes and shorts and frumpy from the sweltering, afternoon heat. These locals made all of us look like fools.