Venice in the springtime is roughly 90 percent tourists, 8 percent native Venetians, and 2 percent nuns (a pack of whom nearly knocked me into a canal as I admired a collection of handsome gondoliers). But with the Chanel Resort show here tomorrow, the ratios have been twisted, and sunburned fanny-packers have been replaced by stylish fashion types. Just this afternoon I stumbled upon the chicest group of gelato-eating ladies ever collected: runway girls Siri Tollerød, Heidi Mount, Liu Wen, Charlotte di Calypso, and Denisa Dvorakova. It was like a fashion story come to life, half of them wearing hats they had bought on the street and all sucking on mini-plastic spoons. (Well, one was on the hunt for a cocktail, but I won’t say which.) The one time I don’t have a camera! Tonight Karl Lagerfeld is hosting a dinner at a restaurant overlooking the Grand Canal; Rinko Kikuchi and Anna Mouglalis are expected—check back for notes on the evening. Then tomorrow night, it’s the show at the Lido, where Coco herself put one on in the late seventies. That’s a picture of the invite—a Lagerfeld sketch of Mademoiselle’s famous trip that he’ll be making his own.