Unlike Florence, which was long on boobs, Venice was short on boobs and long on lions; this is hardly surprising when one considers that the Lion of Saint-Mark was the symbol of the city.
It’s also an excuse for another gallery, so here we go.
There are lions on flagpoles…
…and a lion on the campanile…
…and a lion on the horloge…
…and a lion on the pillar in the main square.
Detail of the campanile-camping lion.
A lovely zoomed shot of the lion atop the Colonne di San Marco.
Same lion, but from the campanile.
What sorcery is this? A shot from the canal.
A lion next to the basilica (not winged, however).
A lion, a seagull, and the tetrarchs walk into a bar in the Doge’s palace…
Burly men. Stoic lion.
This one was spying on the Guggenheim.
This lion has the look of a cat who would rather be in a better museum.
Have a globe? Slap a lion on that shit.
Another museum lion.
Brother Number One from the accademia…
…and Brother Number Two.
This one reminds me of King Moonracer (he alos has that air of being about to deliver a lecture).
Note to self (and anybody else looking at this statue): refrain from fucking with Venice.
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