Not Edinburgh

An early start to the day in chilly Edinburgh meant we were sitting outside a small restaurant close by the Rialto Bridge at lunchtime in T Shirts snaffling pizza.

The kids had done some research (i.e watched The Thief Lord repeatedly) but nothing prepared them for the reality of approaching Venice in a water taxi. Or the fact that when I said we were traveling everywhere by bus I actually meant a boat up and down the canals.

We landed on our feet with the apartment we rented too, a few steps away from San Stae vaporetto stop and in a residential area surrounded by local bars and restaurants.

Ended the day sat on the steps at the side of the Rialto Bridge watching the traffic go by. Everyone collapsed into bed by 9pm, exhausted and happy.