Rio dell Palazzo where, at the bottom, you could see the Bridge of Sighs suspended in the air - it was always incomprehensible to me how Casanova had managed to escape from that terrible Piombi.
From Call dell'Angelo in Piazzetta dei Leoncini I stopped for a moment to watch the pigeons drinking and ruffling in the marble basin, carved into the steps around the wellhead. Besides the two pink lions with a very smooth back for the many children who took turns there, I began to cross Piazza San Marco.
From the massive figure and the typical walk, I recognized Papa from afar as he came out of the Procuratie. As soon as I saw him I quickened my pace, I slowed down.
"Hello, my beauty" he smiled when we stood in front of me. I felt better about myself. He took off his glasses. He looked at me again. He put his glasses back on.
"Oh Papa, I got it ..." I said.
"Adriana..." he said without smiling.
"I know, Papa. But I was tired. Not even combing my hair a hundred times a day was I able to be in order, always with that hair on my face and over my eyes, I got annoyed and went to a good and expensive hairdresser. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it - he said - just cut them a little, do a light perm and you'll have no more problems," and immediately zac-zac cut and then curled and, I know, now I look like a sheep. A badly shorn sheep. "
"Daughter," he said.
"I could put a scarf on my head."
"I'll get used to it," and he finally started smiling again. "You were brave, Daughter. And it's not too bad after all: this way you see your neck and ears better, it's rare to see ears as well made as yours, Daughter."
"They'll grow back." I laughed.
"They will grow back." laughed Papa. "I just met ...
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