{"id":260454,"date":"2026-07-13T17:39:45","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:39:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/five-days-in-venice-fiona-collins\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:39:45","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:39:45","slug":"five-days-in-venice-fiona-collins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/five-days-in-venice-fiona-collins\/","title":{"rendered":"Five Days In Venice – Fiona Collins"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She liked the rumble around the streets, the stopping and starting, the whoosh and clunk of the doors opening and shutting. She wanted to think. Think about Leo and the words they had spoken to each other outside the bookstore. That she would see him tomorrow. She let herself into the flat on Moore Street. \u2018Hello, Dad,\u2019 she said into the empty air, as she opened the door.<\/p>\n

She always did. OceanofPDF.com Chapter Twenty-One The parent-and-baby nursery rhyme session was overrunning. A circle of mums and one dad sitting on the carpet \u2013 some serene, with rapt small babies on their laps; others harried, with squirming infants grabbing at their hair \u2013 were gamely singing along to \u2018The Wheels on the Bus\u2019 as the session leader (curly hair, dungarees, a shirt with smiling leopards printed on it) over-enunciated and conducted them all with great zeal.<\/p>\n

Those there for the writers\u2019 workshop were hovering over by Non- fiction. Olivia had perused the spines of several self-help books and a run of Italian cookery books, but was now transfixed by the only father and baby in the session. The father, joining in with \u2018The Wheels on the Bus\u2019 but intermittently kissing his plump baby on the top of her head, was holding one of her feet and gently stroking it with his thumb; the baby, wide-eyed and velvet-cheeked, was softly gumming on a cloth book and soaking up her father\u2019s smile.<\/p>\n

Olivia thought them a wonderful duo, both imagining her father and her like this back in the day \u2013 not that Charlie would have actually come inside a library \u2013 and wondered if she would know such a moment with a child of her own one day. The song came to an end and the leader clapped, and the parents clapped, and they took their babies\u2019 hands and made them clap, too. Bags were reached into, and miniature coats were pulled out; chubby arms were bent into the sleeves of fleecy jackets; rigid knees and stubborn feet were gently stuffed into the legs of snowsuits.<\/p>\n

Pushchairs were retrieved from the corner of the library, one-handed, then blankets were tucked around little legs, and the parents and babies were ready to set off home to their milky evenings. Into the space they had vacated, two library staff members made busy, moving in a table and some chairs, and calling over the workshop speaker \u2013 a moderately successful author from the Kent coast called Kitty Codwell, who shuffled over with her stack of notes and her white bob, and immediately picked up a muslin cloth from the carpet.<\/p>\n

\u2018Has anyone left this?\u2019 she called in a headmistress voice to the last of the departing parents.<\/p>\n

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The Hours of You Spring, Summer, Autumn, Us Summer in the City You, Me and the Movies The Sister Swap Four Bridesmaids and a White Wedding Cloudy with a Chance of Love A Year of Being Single OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Text copyright \u00a9 2026 by Fiona Collins All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Published by Lake Union Publishing, Seattle www.apub.com Amazon, the Amazon logo, and Lake Union Publishing are trademarks of Amazon.com, Inc., or its affiliates.<\/p>\n

EU Product Safety Contact: Amazon Media EU S.\u00e0 r.l. 38, avenue John F. Kennedy, L-1855 Luxembourg amazonpublishing-gpsr@amazon.com ISBN-13: 9781662531149 eISBN: 9781662531132 Cover design by Emma Rogers Cover image: \u00a9 Adisa \u00a9 Maksym Fesenko \/ Shutterstock; \u00a9 Vera_Petrunina \/ Getty OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter One: Venice: Tuesday 9 January 2018 Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six: London: Thursday 20 August 1998 Chapter Seven: Gatwick Airport: Monday 8 January 2001 Chapter Eight: Venice: Tuesday 9 January 2018 Chapter Nine Chapter Ten: London: Tuesday 28 September 2004 Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen: Venice: Tuesday 9 January 2018 Chapter Fourteen: London: Friday 22 October 2004 Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen: Venice: Wednesday 10 January 2018 Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty: London: Friday 16 November 2007 Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six: London: Friday 12 February 2010 Chapter Twenty-Seven: Venice: Wednesday 10 January 2018 Chapter Twenty-Eight: Tuscany: Wednesday 5 August 2015 Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two: Venice: Thursday 11 January 2018 Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four: Tuscany: Thursday 6 August 2015 Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six: Venice: Friday 12 January 2018 Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Preview: The Hours of You Prologue Chapter One: 5 p.m., on the island ABOUT THE AUTHOR Follow the Author on Amazon OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Chapter One Venice Tuesday 9 January 2018 Leo Greene walked into the frescoed lobby of Palazzo Tesoro on the Grand Canal in Venice, on the first day of the book festival.<\/p>\n

The milling throng \u2013 readers, authors, publicists and the odd curious tourist \u2013 watched him with the usual pleasure and admiration. People were always pleased to see Leo Greene.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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