And I saw a puppy drooling over one plump pigeon.
I saw colorful fruit stalls with many sort of fresh fruits and one ball of brilliant red and green italian chili (or pepper?).
I saw enticing warm trattoria, ostaria and pizzeria with sweet-tongued host and trip advisor sticker on their windows.
I saw swarms of oriental-looking tourists.
I saw band of young guys drinking and chatting throwing their trash down to the canal.
I saw vermillion lobster over spaghetti.
I saw white sheets outside the beautiful rusty windows with green shutters – or should I say venetian blind? Not really – and pots of red flowers.