The coast at the gulf of Venice offers beautiful and partly remote beaches, although it sometimes is built upon with ugly housing. Important for me of course is that those coastal areas are not cleaned regularly for tourists. I found such a beach northeast of Venice at Caorle/ Biblione. I was fascinated by the authenticity, because I only saw natives at the beach. They observed me very skeptically when I dragged the drift wood across the beach hundreds of metres and with a hot burning sun. They were wondering at the fact that I did not use it for fire making but transported it to a car with German plates. But one Italian got it and shouted something at me of which I only understood one word: “sculptura”. Yes, of course. Si, si, si, seniore.