I can't even get past the tomatoes

I'd love to tell you about the beauty of Venice But I appear to only exclaim it in squeals There's 5 of us here, all talkers for a living Unable to utter a sentence that sums it up I saw a lamp post and declared it an 'absolute lamp post' and did a little happy dance Please see my pictures, they are awful You cannot see that every single millimetre is so beautiful that it's possible you'd fall to your knees and sob The great thing is the tourists are all on gondolas or on Rialto Bridge, so the rest of Venice is ours to exist right in the middle of Like walking through a dream There are orchestra's playing in St Mark's Square - I can't elaborate on how good they are, my mind is blown We've also been a little overwhelmed by some tomatoes I bought The windows in our apartment - let me tell you, when you see out of them you want to call everyone you know and share just declaring "look at this" It's like Paris in HD with every heart stopping beautiful moment of existence in your veins Nothing needs an introduction and I fear when I actually find out more I'll expire For example a bridge is called "the Bridge of Sighs" it's attached to a prison and named because it was condemned prisoners last view of Venice - Venice! Stop it! You'll do me in...