There is one sport in Venice that everyone practices: chatting and gossiping, tailoring and embroidering, and sometimes even adding a plot.
They talk about what they did the night before, "he met his lover in the street" and at two o'clock in the morning there were two drunks fighting.
In the end the secret of living in this beautiful city is to not listen to these great truths.
Co le ciàcole no se 'mpasta fritole.
You can't make donuts with chit chat.
