It just doesn’t seem right to visit Italy and not have an espresso. But I don’t like coffee. At all. Fortunately, my friends and loved ones do, so here’s my record of an espresso in Venice, kindly drunk for me by my husband at a cafe at the water’s edge, bathed in morning sunshine.
A very quick sketch, 3ins square, drawn with a sepia fineliner. It’s a rather dodgy execution in parts, but hey, another good memory recorded.