After drinks the 22 of us walked to a restaurant. Afterwards one of the ladies walked Rob and me back to the Rialto Bridge and we tried to find our way home. Well we did eventually. We both find all these little streets daunting.
On our way, we followed our ears to beautiful music. A quartet were practising for a concert in a building that had fantastic acoustics. A soprano, cello, harpsichord and piccolo trumpet. We only remember the trumpet player was Marc Zwingelberg.
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