Who: Euan Abercrombie and Arabella Mac
Where: Venice Marco Polo Airport, then a little church in Mestre
When: 19th April, 1pm
What: Euan drags Ara along on business
Rating: Low?
Status: Closed; incomplete
"Why have I waited until now to come here?"
Euan lifted his sunglasses off of his eyes and squinted out onto the taxi rank just outside of Marco Polo Airport, gripping the strap of his camera-bag in one hand, his fingers flexing against the worn leather protectively. Everything looked so muddled - traditional buildings in the distance mixed with the clean, slick lines of the Airport, all steel, chrome and white concrete. It should have looked ridiculous, but it was fitting. Beside them, an old couple were arguing in rapid-fire Italian about what Euan assumed was the bags on their trolley. He could smell hot stone in the air mixed with something like freshly baked bread, and the tarry, tart scent of tobacco. The Italians loved their cigarettes.
Pushing his glasses up onto the top of his head, Euan wiped his hand against the front of his polo shirt, glad he had decided to wear long-shorts instead of jeans. It was sweltering, and he could already feel a faint sheen of sweat form on his forehead and upper-lip. "Now," he muttered, digging into the front pocket of his camera bag and pulling out a worn Lonely Planet Travel Guide to Italy. He flicked to the map, turning it on its side and unfolding it to the right section. "Apparently a taxi from here'll take like... fifteen minutes."