here i sit in the living room by the long windows which are still shuttered. this library of a living room with one wall lined with old books and the other with oval mirrors. resting here in the quiet of the venetian morning with small lamps casting a warm glow across the room. outside gulls are crying and swooping. the white radiator against the wall is murmuring. a boat goes by the water slaps against the canal. soon i will open the windows. the day will start. but not yet.
this is the entrance to our ground floor flat. i will share the link when i return home. it is a fine apartment, inexpensive and good for 3 travelers.
the internet is faster in the morning. so here i am with another dispatch.
yesterday we roamed dorsoduro and san polo, san croce. to frari church and la scuola grande di san rocco to behold tintoretto’s “sistine chapel”.
a quiet day of meandering back streets and passageways, over bridges where canals meet. past shoppers and old women in fur coats wrapped against the cold. narrow canals catching light from a sky and windows that cast down light onto the pale green water.
dark lanes opening to bright campos.
it is a pleasure to stroll. surely one as keen as any that venice can offer.
one curious thrill after another.
i have made almost no pictures in the small notebook i brought. but am writing, notes, and cutting and pasting onto the pages. scraps i collect during the day. i didn’t bring the massive travel journal i had planned. wanted a small notebook that can take a beating in my bag. i may have something to show when i return or i may not.
it’s a huge job to create an illustrated travel journal in 12 days or so and on this trip i am too busy reading and wandering, visiting with christy and dottie, eating fava bean stew around our kitchen table in the evenings. dottie made squares of polenta, good to spoon the stew on top and eat!
drinking coffee. a tower of books on my bedside table. the first travel i’ve done where my nights are not busy with capturing the day in ink and paint.
it’s been awhile since i blogged on location so THIS is my travel journal. just this.
and for now it feels like enough.
we stopped for a sicilian cannoli. chocolate citrus ricotta confection. eye-crossingly good.
and now i finish my early morning dispatch. open the shutters. start the day.
where will we go? i don’t know, but if you’re game, i’ll carry you along.