Any Venetian who rose early this morning was treated (used advisedly) to the sight of Pete scurrying around the canals and calles of Carnaregio in his pyjamas.

Woken early and out the front looking for that hardest of Venetian things to discover (four bars on your phone), I found another glory of Venice.

A crisp pre-dawn light with an autumn mist.

I  return, weeping, to bed.

Pete.