year-end photo album, part ii

Christmas in Venice was perfect. Well, except for the large stroller that we had to carry up and over a canal bridge every twenty feet or so. When we find ourselves in such a situation, resembling Marie Antoinette's servants heaving a sedan chair around Versailles at hip level, all to preserve a princess's satin slippers, Steve says to our fortunate child, When we are very old, we are going to come back here and you are going to have to carry us around just like we are carrying you now. He means it, too.

But as I was saying, Venice was perfect. Food, the Holy Family, and Vivaldi's Four Seasons live on Christmas Night. Perfect.