Sunday
24th September As I sit typing these words into my laptop there are vaporettos chuntering past a few yards away and the Grand Canal is slapping up against the Palazzo walls beneath my window. Or to put it another way: I'M HERE. The day started - flipping heck! - 16 hours ago, as I had to be awake at 4.40 to be driven to Gatwick Airport (thanks Jane) to catch an early EasyJet. The heightened security rigmarole was not as bad as some have experienced. I had to take my shoes off, and my laptop out of its bag, to be scanned, but this was nothing to the mother with small baby who was having to taste some of her baby's liquid foodstuffs and leave some behind. The flight was delayed, but one of the flight attendants was called Clint, which sort of helped. Passing through Marco Polo was a breeze, but the moving of the window where you buy the bus tickets to Piazzale Roma threw me a bit. The shortcut from there to the Accademia, via Campo Santa Margherita, I discovered last year meant I was soon being greeted by my host and hostess and installed in my gorgeous Grand Canal-side flat. They took me to lunch, too, and after ice cream number one from Nico (fior di latte and cocco) we returned so that yours truly could do some much needed collapsing. After an early-evening stroll I got to find out first hand how smug you feel sitting on the terrace of a palazzo watching the plebs go past on vaporettos looking up in frank admiration and envy. What a difference a year makes, as last year I was that pleb! And still am, really, which is probably why I'm enjoying myself so much. After a guided tour of some new sights to me, all the more fragrant for it being late and dark and the calli deserted, I am now by the aforementioned window, drinking vanilla redbush tea, but feeling like I need sleep like a gondolier needs his pole. |
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Venetian Cake No. 1 - the torta di cocco. A stroll in the evening takes me past the Museo d'Arte Erotica which was causing much jollity amongst a passing group of American tourists. It only opened last February and caused some small Catholic fussing. I may have to visit it in the interests of journalism or the blogosphere, or whatever the hell it is I'm doing here. (Update: I didn't, and it closed soon after.) Back to the flat and an e-mail from my hostess asking me to fit the water gates - the knee-high metal panels you see in front of Venetian doorways. I manage one, but the big one just won't fit in its grooves, despite much sweating and swearing, which turns out not to be my fault. After a flurry of e-mails the builder is booked to come tomorrow at 9.00, and may want to check the paratia in my flat too. |
Tuesday 26th September The builder arrives, not late, and confirms that there is a problem with the gate and that he'll be back later today to fix it, but after checking the gate in my bit he needs me no more. So I'm out - the weather not looking too bad - thin cloud with blue tinges. Stroll and wander up towards San Zanipolo and find myself in an area I was not previously familiar with, which is always refreshing. Especially when it has many photo opportunities and a rambling and slightly ramshackle big bookshop with three cats lounging on the stock. I asked the owner the Venetian cat question (where have they all gone?) and he confirmed the story of the ecologisti and the island cattery. He shared with me the picturesque view out of his watergate and said that the water level was rising, a thing he could tell by the direction the flotsam moved past his gate. I left the shop with a few tasteful and architectural postcards and found myself standing respectfully by as a funeral barge pulled up and the coffin and family made their way into the church. On a previous trip I saw a gondola wedding but this was my first funeral, although the boat was a plain blue motorboat and not the black and plumed affair that some famous films had led us to expect. Venturing deeper in Castello I came to San Francesco della Vigna. A church I'd not been in before. It has a fine big and plain interior, with some nice art, including a Bellini, Virgin and Child with Saints, which is decidedly uninferior. And there are two cloisters! I'm a sucker for cloisters and Venice doesn't seem to have that many. After some takeaway pizza (olive and onion) with a bottle of peach iced tea sitting on a wall by San Zanipolo I treated myself to an ice cream coppa of cocco and lampone and came back to the flat for a siesta, after some tea and...
Venetian cake No. 2: the torta alla mandorle.
And the water gate had been fixed. |
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Wednesday 27th September
Venetian cake No. 3: the zaletto vaniglia.
This is, I think, a more authentic example than Nos. 1 & 2, and of the type
I'd not much enjoyed before, verging on the biscuit as it does. But this one
was yummy, more like stout sponge in consistency and with a pleasant
not-too-sweet vanilla flavour.
Venetian cake No. 4: |
Thursday 28th
September On my way to San Pietro di Castello I was waylaid by a couple more 18th Century experiences. Firstly Santa Maria del Giglio, as I was passing and hadn't had many of my Chorus card churches ticked. It's an OK church, and is disproportionately rich in 18th Century art, it says here, but not great art says me. Similarly admirable if not loveable is San Moise - the church at the end of the wide Calle XXII Marzo that makes you go 'blimey!' or whatever is your country's equivalent. The masses of baroque ornament crawling up the facade is matched by a weird high carved altarpiece scene of Moses receiving the tablets. My guidebook uses the word ungainly, and it's politely right there. I needed some respite from this 18th Century overkill, so took refuge in San Zaccharia - a lovely space with one of my two favourite Bellinis. If you visit you have to pay your Euro to visit the chancel of the older church, as there are three exceptional and grand gilt-framed polyptychs, and the walls and ceiling have some considerable fragments of fresco. Yes the lesson of the last two days is that Venice does have frescos - they're just a bit the worse for wear and usually to be found hidden away. Under this chapel you'll also find a romantically flooded crypt (see right) where several damp doges are buried. I then attempted to follow my guidebook's walk around the area to learn about some palazzo, but had trouble following the instructions and ended up wandering in a generally unfettered way. So I visited some fave spots (see right), found some new ones and ate a funghi pizzetta sitting in Campo San Zanipolo. (Who knew pigeons liked mushrooms?) Which was followed by a pistachio and fior di latte ice cream. At the flat I had some tea and...
Venetian cake No. 5: the mezzeluna di marzapane
This one made me flinch a bit with
its 4 euro price tag, but I'm a big marzipan fan and the shop looked superior
and it indeed turned out to be worth it - like a big spongy/crumbly amaretto
biscuit. |
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Friday 29th September Is it really Friday already? Today I did a bit of the map-reading canal-parallel walking thing - making my way from the Accademia to the Rialto parallel to the Grand Canal, nipping up towards the Canal to take photos and generally trying to keep off well-beaten paths. I only did it for a bit, and then plunged purposefully up to Cannaregio to visit two favourite churches and the area most visited (and loved) on my last visit. Sant'Alvise is a small church that I like for its odd big gallery for the nuns from next door and the pleasantly overpowering architectural painted ceiling. And Alvise being the Venetian for Louis, and my cat who died earlier this year being called Louis, I just had to trek up there and light a candle for him. I don't have much luck with my visits to this church, though. Last year I got chucked out to make way for a funeral and this year there was a yacking film crew, there to video some of the paintings, it seems. Madonna dell'Orto is bigger but not immense. It has some fine Tintorettos, it having been his local church and the place where he and his family are buried. And today is his birthday! I should also point out that my wander around here yielded four cat sightings - things are looking up. Got a fior di latte and cioccolata coppa on the way back, where I had some tea and...
Venetian cake No. 6: Went for an evening shop/wander. Standing on the Accademia bridge I noticed that the Peggy Guggenheim Museum was covered in candles, probably some kind of 'do' as there were quite a few water taxis pulling up. Considered gate-crashing but went back to the flat to watch an episode of Nip/Tuck on my laptop instead. |
Saturday 30th September Woken at 8.00 by much clonking and shouting in Italian to find three huge rubbish barges parked under my window, into which much stuff, including old furniture, wood and what looked like the contents of a garden were being flung, which makes breakfast by the window less than enjoyable. And my connection's not working! I tried everything I know, but can't connect to the internet or my e-mail, although the laptop tells me the line is working. So, I'm writing this but don't know when I'll be able to upload it. Oh gawd they've started using the crane/grabber! They pushed off just before 10.00, as did I, but I went to the Accademia. I couldn't come all this way and not go see The Tempest, I thought. But I was wrong, as the room where it's hung was roped off, closed and empty. There's plenty of other wonderful stuff, of course, but still. This day is proving a bit of an unfortunate one. I walked to Campo San Barnaba for some lunchtime pizza and the church was open! I've never seen San Barnaba open, so I took advantage. Not bad - smallish, tall and aisle-less with some middling art and, you guessed it, some fresco work, this time on the ceiling over the altar. Not sure what the ceiling of the church is like as it was covered in scaffolding due to, presumably, work in progress. A nocciola and cioccolata coppa on the way back from the place I've been calling Nico, but which I now see has been renamed Lo Squero, and then back to the flat for some tea and...
Venetian cake No. 7: the slice with no name Went for an afternoon photo-taking walk around the western part of Dorsoduro up to Piazzale Roma, where I bought my bus ticket for the airport tomorrow morning and checked out the times. Passing a favourite ice cream shop from my last visit along Fondamenta Minotto I stopped to check out their flavours and...cinnamon chocolate! Well, teamed with an eye-wateringly sharp limone in my coppa this was as close to gelati heaven as this chap has got, and I've been pretty darn close all week. And to sit and eat it in another one of my old favourite spots - the Fondamenta del Malcanton (above right) was just the kind of spiritually uplifting experience my last day needed. And on my way back to the flat I discovered the area between the main drag from Campo San Barnaba to the Accademia and the Grand Canal. Some nice nooks and, indeed, crannies and a good vista across the Grand Canal up one long calle. Back over the Accademia bridge - saw another one of those enormous liners pulling in (right). 8.30pm: Connection back up! Thanks to an emergency phone call (from
mine hostess who was missing the update) and some wire pulling and router
rebooting, and here I am. |
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Sunday 1st October Up early to finish packing and get the flat in order, then off to Piazzale Roma to catch the bus to the airport. I was out just before 9.00, so not that early, but not many people were about and it was a misty morning. Last night I'd been up by the Rialto and noticed TV trucks on a flat-bed barge, with thick wadges of cables running to the Goldoni Theatre. TV crews need their trucks and there are no roads in Venice, so I suppose it makes sense. It also makes for an odd photo if you happen to catch them heading off out into the lagoon the next morning. The flight home was uneventful, but plagued by queues and long waits and loveable types who think queues are there to ignored. My flight got into Gatwick only 30 minutes late. Met by J. and taken to lunch with the family, and home to sunny (intervals and showers) Tooting. Not too cold, and the leaves have not gone too brown and red in my absence, as sometimes happens taking holidays this time of year. Thanks for your attention, and the kind comments by e-mail and in places like slowtalk.com. Until the next time... |
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