One Sunday morning I got on the 46 bus because there was an hour to kill (love when that happens!) and got off near Warwick Avenue. Do other people do the bus thingy too or is it just me!? As it so happens, Warwick Avenue is close to Little Venice. And Little Venice happened to be transformed into a colourful Canal Festival that weekend. Colourful things teamed up with boats and some really amusing creatures are awesome, so I didn’t have to think twice.
What I got myself into was a huge family feast with food from all over the world, vintage clothes, comedians and of course, spectacular boat trips around “Venice.” The whole place was buzzing and a bit too crowded to be authentically Italian, but I’m assuming it’s quieter and more peaceful, now that the sun has left and the grumpy sailors have pulled those swags (that was indeed the first time I’ve used this word in its literal meaning…) down.