Venice seems to have many more flowers and trees and gardens than Florence. Lots of window boxes, and walking the tiny streets, you can often peer into beautiful courtyards and gardens. Our hotel room looked out over such a courtyard, and I enjoyed watching the older gentleman from the across the way walking his beautiful garden paths early in the morning, pulling a few weeds, and making sure everything was perfect. His wife hung up some laundry, and meanwhile, another woman on the third floor began to clean her windowsills and polish her huge windows. We don't have a picture of that courtyard, but these are from our walk later that day.
The other scene that was fascinating to watch was the gondola repair yard. It's one of only three left that builds and repairs gondolas in the old fashioned way. At the time we arrived, a couple of gondolas needing repair "pulled up", and watching the interactions between the workers, gondoliers, and bosses at the boat yard was quite absorbing. A virtual soap opera, particularly if you let your imagination run wild. One of the customers was a stereotypical big-mouth grouch who alienated the first workers he encountered and then had to wait his turn while they pulled another boat out of the water ahead of his. By the end of our time there, however, they all seemed to be working together, the boss had given estimates on both boat repairs, and the grouch was even smiling once in awhile as he chatted with the workmen.
Chaio and arrivederci from Italia !