Lording over the Carnevale festivities this year is a giant winged lion topiary. He towers over the stage in a fool-the-eye formal garden that sprang up Friday night in the Piazza. His golden eyes see all…
Tonight he watched as a half-dozen couples (a few of them decked out in their best blue jeans) danced the tango to taped music.
(yawn.)
I believe Casanova is turning over in his grave.
