Wednesday, June 30, 2010
In the little street north of Campo Santa Margherita (Calle de la Chiesa), is a little bar mainly patronized by students and young people, especially at night. A nice place for a good cold beer and a panini. I personally stop at Chet's for their excellent Spritz, one of the best I know in Venice...
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
He was a fishmonger
and sure it was no wonder
For so were his father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow...
Ok ok... I know this one was in Dublin.
But Venice is a fair city too, isn't it?
(And girls here are indeed pretty too!)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
This is not the first hidden courtyard that I'm showing in this blog. In this one, residents hardly see any tourist. It's maybe the quitest place in Venice. The slight and relentless noise of the fountain in the middle of the campo is the only sound you can hear. I won't obviously tell where this little heaven is. The residents would hate me... But I'm sure that some of my dear readers, Venice lovers, will give us a discreete hint.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Old Mister Fox was at expense, one day,
To dine old Mistress Stork.
The fare was light, was nothing, sooth to say,
Requiring knife and fork.
That sly old gentleman, the dinner-giver,
Was, you must understand, a frugal liver.
This once, at least, the total matter
Was thinnish soup served on a platter,
For madam's slender beak a fruitless puzzle,
Till all had passed the fox's lapping muzzle.
But, little relishing his laughter,
Old gossip Stork, some few days after,
Returned his Foxship's invitation.
Without a moment's hesitation,
He said he'd go, for he must own he
Never stood with friends for ceremony.
And so, precisely at the hour,
He hied him to the lady's bower;
Where, praising her politeness,
He finds her dinner right nice.
Its punctuality and plenty,
Its viands, cut in mouthfuls dainty,
Its fragrant smell, were powerful to excite,
Had there been need, his foxish appetite.
But now the dame, to torture him,
Such wit was in her,
Served up her dinner
In vases made so tall and slim,
They let their owner's beak pass in and out,
But not, by any means, the fox's snout!
All arts without avail,
With drooping head and tail,
As ought a fox a fowl had cheated,
The hungry guest at last retreated.
You knaves, for you is this recital,
You'll often meet Dame Stork's requital.
Jean de La Fontaine
Book 1, Fable 18
Thursday, June 17, 2010
In this city so "full of houses" a garden is something rather unusual. I's so nice and pleasant when the weather is fair, to have a short rest in a green environment.
By the way... I'm sure that some of you know where this garden is. Am I wrong?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Monday, June 07, 2010
Friday, June 04, 2010
The Canale della Giudecca is the main route for big cruise ships on their way from the Adriatic to Venice's Stazione Maritima. All day long (but mainly in the morning) those little tugboats are busy doing the way back and forth to lead the high and bulky ships across the canal. I like them. I've noticed that everybody does. I don't really know why...