Anna, Eric, and I in our pre-Venice masks.
How can you possibly choose?!
A picture's worth a thousand words, or a thousand romantic
Italian songs sung by a Venetian gondolier.
The costumes were almost always in pairs.
"Elementary, my dear Watson!"
Costumed spectators watching the costume contest.
The king of colors in Piazza San Marco.
He told me he had a cask of Amontillado, so I had to go, right?
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