Yes? Then be sure you never visit Venice during Carnevale!
Yesterday morning I was awakened by a very loud, very silly mini-parade below my window - no less than twenty of those jolly fellows, all orange-haired and all wearing the same ridiculous polka-dot sacksuit and big, floppy shoes, with their bells tinkling, kazoos humming, and horns tooting.
They left two or three slightly ashen-faced individuals in their wake. (I recognize clown fear when I see it.)
They almost got away over il Ponte dei Fuseri before I could locate my camera…
