Though I didn't have a tripod, it was worth trying a few hand-held shots using a nearby wall or bridge to steady the camera if there was one around, or if not, firing multiple shots and hoping the middle one would come out sharp enough. Luckily, one or two did.
Venice is unique, and even during a cold, grey, damp January it is a beautiful maze of small streets and tiny alleyways scattered between the canals and bridges. Ancient buildings are all around, often showing signs of the city's struggle with rising waters.
When one of the Cartron Cowboys saddles up to get hitched, you know it's going to be a fun day in the Wild North-West. And by the time we got to Harry's Saloon after a beautiful but freezing sunset walk along the beach at Rosses Point, the barmaid was under pressure. There was no gunfight down at the Ok Corral, but there was a mighty big hoedown in Castle Dargan later that night....