It’s not like we danced a jig every second
We were two old ladies with umbrellas
But Walking through the narrow streets of Venice
Sitting on a patio in Praiano looking at the sea
We were beautiful
carrying parcels and bags and souvenirs
Flirting with the handsome waiters
Our teeth black with squid ink.
I can feel your happiness, glad you got to come!
Me too! We loved it.