Venice with kids

Standing in the middle of the Piazza San Marco, I gazed up at the towering campanile as its bells marked the hour. Awestruck, I turned to take in the breathtaking, mosaic-covered basilica. As pigeons darted to and fro around my feet, love songs from the world-famous Caffè Florian filled the balmy evening air and I felt as if 
I were standing in a film set. Venice. Surely the most romantic city on Earth? But then I felt a little hand tugging at my skirt. “Mummy…can we go now?” asked my three-year-old son, Alex.

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