Cipriani. Prego.

Come dine with me. At Cips.



Catch a water-taxi from your hotel at dusk.

So the sky's lovely, and you'll be happy with your photographs.

 

Pass Peggy and her friends, at the Guggenheim.

You won't get lost.

Leave the Grand Canal behind.

Head to Cip's private launch.

And, wait for your transport.

Exclusive use.



They'll organise a full-moon, too.

No trouble. Prego.

Start on the terrace.

With a Bellini.

Saunter inside, there's no dining on the terrace mid-September

there's too much ocean mist that might distract.

 



 Buona notte.

Night, night.