Yesterday, despite my lack of voice, I made my first trip to Venice proper, a ten minute bus ride from my house. I had been to Venice once before, but just for a day, about eight years ago. On that visit, I wasn’t crazy about the touristy nature of the city, but yesterday it had a different feel, perhaps because I was there with a local. Having someone show you how to avoid the crowds by taking the backstreets and point out the markets and cafes visited by locals, makes Venice more tangible as a city. After all, although it is not a huge number, 60,000 people do live there.
Despite the fact that I have been under the weather since I arrived in Italy, the weather itself has been amazing. Every day we have had clear blue skies and perfect autumn temperatures – crisp but not cold. I think this must be the perfect time to see Venice. Here are some shots from yesterday, nothing particularly interesting but nice to look at anyway.
And the most important part of the day (this time, I tried the trendy “marocchino,” espresso with foamed milk, and unsweetened cocoa powder, along with a bussalao buranelli, a type of cookie):
Hopefully by the next post my voice will have resurfaced. This is no fun and I am convinced that my taste buds are less sharp.