It is true what they say about Venice; there are a huge amounts of tourists. For the entire duration of our stay a millionaire’s boat, about four times the size of my house, was docked on the lagoon and I saw not one, but three cruise ships pass in two days. Despite the excess of ‘lemmings’ as my pa likes call everyone who isn’t himself, I loved Venice. Although my brother point blank refused to go to anywhere he might accidentally brush up against some culture, I managed to pass a happy afternoon at the Guggenheim collection with my mum. I saw some brilliant Dali, Picasso, Jackson Pollock and a wonderful statue of a small naked man on a horse in a very exuberant position. I got to see Byron’s old house and I lived through a violent thunderstorm, so all round a very successful trip.