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Dw and Wings in Venice.

At six sharp I was off the vaporetto in Piazza San Marco and dw called on the cell phone to say they would be there in 15 minutes. He asked me what I was wearing to spot me among the many people in the Piazza. I had a drink, took some photos, then started pacing right and left, without going too far from the entrance of the Basilica. Look at the picture, I was there " Paula" in the shade.

At six thirty I started staring at all couples with a child passing by. Six forty, and I got restless. Meantime the shadows got longer, the entrance was in shade now, and I decided to sit on the marble step: they could not miss me. When the bell struck seven I was despairing, something must have gone wrong. I had called the B&B where they were staying but with little luck: there was an answering machine, no way to hear whether the Wrights had left or were still there. " God! ", I thought, " it can't be, we are so close, I know they are here... and are unable to recognize each other.

Then my cell phone rang: "David, where are you? " I asked. " I'm in Piazza San Marco, Paula, but can't see you." David answered. " How can it be? I have been here all the time, on the entrance step. there is only one entrance." I said, perplexed. Then I stood and moved again ---where I placed my name on the photo. " Now I can see you, Paula. " David said. I turned and there he was, just behind me. They had been sitting just round the corner, (where I wrote dw on the photo), convinced that was the entrance; a corner and a few metres separating us. But we met, at last, and could spend one hour and a half together. Dw and his family are delightful people to be with. Unluckily, I could not stay for dinner and time passed too fast.

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