Walking home to our apartment while exploring Venice, we share a wave through the window with the owner of Baba, our local osteria. Leaving for a day of sightseeing, a cup of my favorite pistachio gelato awaits me despite the early hour. At the Bar Dugole, we relax after a day of sightseeing and order […]
I just finished a trip to Venice, one of my favorite cities. Here is an updated version of a story about churches in Venice that I posted back in 2011. Too many churches – not enough time. While I haven’t actually researched the figures, after more than two weeks in Venice I’d be willing to […]
Too many churches – not enough time. While I haven’t actually researched the figures, after more than two weeks in Venice I’d be willing to wager that Venice probably has more churches per square kilometer than any other city in Europe, including Rome.
At the end of the Giudecca island a massive brick structure, looking almost Germanic, presides over the wide canal looking north towards the tourist heart of Venice. In these remains of one of Europe’s largest flourmills, electricity was introduced to Italy, the first Italian elevators began operation and Venice’s largest hotel and convention venue stands.
I’ve been in Venice for about four days now, enough to feel like an entitled local. Already, I have begun to define “my Venice” from “tourist Venice.” That is, the beautiful, tranquil, Venice where one can hear the small wavelets lapping at the sides of gondolas and the crowded, tour group packed Venice where “Joanie, Hank, Honey, Walter, come look at this!” drowns out the other city noises.