As a purveyor of lairy souvenirs Venice outdoes even Lourdes. The scores of shops and booths that peddle this lagoonal kitsch are manned by graduates of hard-sell whose market-barker schtick does not need to include descriptions as their goods are self-explanatory.
Every other year they coexist with a different sort of operation: the galleries, ateliers, showrooms and studios of the Biennale.
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