Today I had to decide whether to stay on the Lido or on Venice proper. After consulting with friends and an aunt who used to live in Venice, I chose the Lido and have booked one of those Non Refundable rooms. Now we have to go. I thought the Lido would answer some of our practical needs: we could swim if it got too hot; we could avoid the crowds if we needed to. But upon reflection I think I really wanted to be on the Lido so I could visit the grave of Mary’s baby, the one who died because Shelley forced Mary to travel to Venice when the baby was sick. The heat was too much for her and she died in Mary’s arms. I have a hard time forgiving Shelley for this. And so did Mary. Our hotel is not far from where Shelley and Byron galloped their horses. It is also next door to Thomas Mann’s Hotel Des Bains. It does not feel very Death in Venice-y to be traveling to Venice with a twelve year old.