Lucy and Sarah have stopped at every mask stall and shop in Venice. Let me assure you, that’s a prolific number of stops. We relented, it is much cheaper than a gondola ride and allowed them to buy some ‘authentic’, made in Venice, masks (many we saw appear to be made in China). We did check out one shop where an artisan was making masks. He seemed cranky. We didn’t stay long.
The tradition in Venice, of commedia dell’ arte, is actually evident in the streets when watching Venetians interacting. They seem very melodramatic, especially in gesture. We actually saw one elderly man lift one leg, fart loudly and then cocked the other with a slightly louder fart belching forth. He appeared to be returning from shopping at the markets.