Nuns, monsoons, and Venice

Spent the afternoon traipsing around Venice in search of groups of people to pose with for… Yep, you guessed it… another photo challenge!
Max points for groups of over 11 people not including us (or other teams). 5 photos, potential 15 points…
We parked in Mestre (during a bizarre monsoon/hurricane) & took train over to Venice. Took shelter out front of the station, and saw a bloke being chased out by two cops. Looked like he was selling umbrellas & things, because after running down the steps he went flying and merchandise spilled across the floor. With the cops advancing, he legged it, leaving his bag and goods behind. The cops came down the steps and gathered up the stuff, but one brolly was a few feet further on, which was clearly too much effort for the cops because they left it. Before I could say “go go go!”, Dave had bounced down the steps and swooped it up, crossing himself as he did
With our divine protection from the storm secured, we sallied forth to hunt down the photos. As you can imagine, it was not a whole heap of fun to be dressed only in a thin nun’s habit during the heaviest rain we’d ever encountered! Three cold and soggy nuns took the vaporetto (water bus) back from Piazza San Marco back to the train station, and our beautifully warm and comfy car.
I’m blogging from our room in Hotel Tegnue, Sottomarina – lying in damp shorts, waiting for Dave to finish showering (in fairness, I’m blogging & did say he could go next!)

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