The route had been carefully planned. We were to leave St. Mark’s Square before the flooding began, walk over the people mover and go our separate ways – Margaret back to Ottawa and we were off to Spain. We hadn’t figured in that the people mover, a lovely bridge over the canal, has no ramps. Only stairs. I can do it, I thought and began walking. A man grabbed Margarets bags and began carrying them for her – and then was insistent with mine, pulling them out of my hands. By the top of the bridge, I could see he wanted money for carrying them up the stairs. Both Margaret and I took them back, paid him half of what he asked and then marked our bags down the stairs. Humph! We thought we could do it, and we could.