Averey awoke refreshed and met Mateo as planned. St Marks’s square was filled with constant crowds from all over the world wearing costumes and masks of every description. They came to eat, drink and be, well, whomever they wanted to be! Streamers with twinkling gold lights adorned the square. Puppeteers and face painters displayed their talent and colorful costumes danced and laughed to the music of tambourines and washboards and flutes. A multitude of languages and laughter filled the air. Tourists wearing their winter hooded coats, lined the sides of the Grand Canal, nearly pouring into it. A parade of boats floated by lighting up the tourists in hues of purple and blue. Acrobatic dancers flew high above the crowds sharply silhouetted against a backdrop of sun-soaked red and yellow buildings. The day had slipped away, and night fell over Venice. They had talked, drank and danced behind their masks, and now the narrow lamp-lined streets led them back to their hotel.
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