When the #1 vaporetto lets you off at the San Marco stop... You are forced to walk down alleyways lined with deluxe shops... "Name, names, names Sweetie-Darling"
Missoni, Pucci, Cavalli...
Bottega Veneto...
You instantly feel the pinch in your purse...
These diamond-encrusted shoes do not have your name on them....
Not mine anyway.
Italianos or touristas? What's your guess?
This is why I suggest don't bother with the 3 euro cioccolata...
And ante up 9 euros at Caffe Florian. At least here you can feel like a principessa...
Fortunately gelato is universally democratic for principessas and the rest of us.