A gondolier taking a cigarette break in Venice.
When they're in context, propelling their ornate little boats down the canals, the gondoliers don't seem silly, partly because of the sheer muscularity of the job, and partly because there's a certain silliness to Venice herself.
But off the boat, sitting alone in a campo, there isn't a man alive who can pull off a hat with ribbons.
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