As the husband desperately tries to drag me away from the old town, I once again get hopelessly distracted. This time by an enchanting, tucked away shop full of religious icons.
Painted on driftwood and old salvaged wood, this shop is an Aladdin’s cave of the sacred and holy.
Ever corner is crammed full of sumptuously coloured paintings, with glided details glimmering in the shadowy recesses.
The, by now bored rigid, husband finally managed to pry me out of the shops and we head towards the rocky beach.
Here we can get a better view of Little Venice, the tiny, chic section of the old town where cafes and restaurants hang precariously above the sea.
Captured in a thousand different paintings, this jumble of buildings have a wonderful waterside position but must get battered in storms!
It might look relatively peaceful but Little Venice gets jam packed from midday onwards as it’s a perfect people watching spot and it’s also a prime sunset spot.
The water gently laps the pebble beach (which is far more painful to walk on than it looks)
A local man sets up his fishing rod and quickly becomes a tourist magnet as people flock to get a snap with him and his tackle š
If you look closely you can make out the crowds of people that have formed in the waterside cafes.
The single file walk along the water’s edge is slippery and is made pretty difficult to traverse given the number of buggies and prams attempting to pass across.
