It was 10 the next morning when Mateo met her outside the hotel, just as they had planned the night before. It was just a short walk to Gondola Dogana Vallaresso, where the pair would begin their Gondola adventure. Averey was watching the sleek, gleaming, ebony vessels bobbing up and down and swaying back and forth as if they were in a passionate Tango. “There he is!” Mateo was pointing his finger as his friend glided towards them across the canal. He wore the most recognizable uniform in the world, black shoes and pants, a striped sweater, and a straw hat adorned with a red bow. “Miss Averey, I give you my friend Guido, Gondolier extraordinaire!”
The Gondolier
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