This is how "the San Marco Files" opens up. A new series at its beginning and named after the iconic San Marco square Venice. Coming with a European classic cut.
If the drawings were the drink you would very likely order in the combined lobby and bar of a two star very narrow hotel just next to the square, the ingredients would be: 1 part unbearable weight, 1 part silly happy silliness, and on top of that just that extra pinch of that unbearable weight. That is basicly a good cocktail. We think.
With titles like "Piano lessons in Paris", "Do you think my tits are big", "You have this odd charming Grenoble accent" and with stage directions like "light leaks out between the shutters" the San Marco Files hereby invites you to rest your head and feet and all unattended luggage under a lavish evening sky perfectly accompanied by airplanes for Zürich and almost inaudible echoes under the arcades.