Peggy Guggenheim's old place, now a museum. Though I never knew the woman well, Peggy and I had met in Venice when I returned her lost dog. She subsequently invited me to her palazzo several times for social gatherings that left me less than fit to paddle my own gondola home. Today, I found this young lady seeking respite during a school field trip. While I was viewing the art collection, she was reading on the terrace that overlooks the Grand Canal. I adored the vivid colour combination, punctuated by the black and white lace-ups. I'd like to think Peggy would have approved.