Venezia through the eyes of a Venetian. So few true Venetians remain in Venice, and like the heritage, they are a dying breed. Cherish the writings of Iris Loredana as she brings back vivid memories of my six years living in the Veneto. Grazie mille cara signorina, sei veramente gentile.
Is there a time – a season – that Venetians really dedicate to themselves. Getting some quiet after a long (mass) tourist season. I think I’ve made out that time. It’s now, when Venice chiude bottega for a few weeks. When festive November comes to an end and you can still find its culinary treats, like the San Martino biscuits broken into pieces – San Martino in pezzi in the bakeries. Or the one bag of the fave biscuits left over in the pastry stores.
Even though you’d love strolling around for hours on end, these days in Venice you simply can’t for the bora winds will make you change your mind. You’ll be thinking of making a plan how to spend your day somewhere inside. It’s museum, restaurant, pasticceria time.
After the Festa della Salute I can notice an anti-climax in town and in the Lagoon. Like Venice was closing herself in, a sort of hibernation…
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