It was a Sunday and our last day in Venice. We took a dinner cruise and enjoyed our last views of the city. It was much quieter than previous days and it seemed like everyone had their laundry hanging outside, so I could only surmise that Sunday's in Venice was laundry day. A chore we all have to do. There's a young woman in the foreground on the edge of the canal. Perhaps she is waiting for her clothes to dry, or just enjoying her Sunday.