Thursday saw another foray into our immediate environs seeking Tintorettos
within the churches of San Polo with one small mid-morning pause on a tiny sidestreet
for a killer double espresso, finishing up at the Chiesa di San Polo – a Tintoretto “Last Supper”, Veronese and Tiepolos galore – before I rushed off to intersect my brother,
visiting from Florence for the day, near S.Toma to which he’d walked from the Ferrovia to see what we were up to which, almost immediately, was lunch. Many opted for salads, curiously
refreshing, after which we inspected the Piantas within the Scuola di San Rocco wherein the floors, the stonework and the stones’ provenance also fascinated.
From the Scuola we trailed Mr. Watson past celebratory tables of recent graduates [not shown]
on a perfect afternoon to the Scuola Grande dei Carmini and Tiepolo’s murals
in all their glorious thighs-in-the-skies lasciviousness … then for the most outrageous bit of
painting yet, on to San Pantaleone Martire where the ceiling [executed by Gian Antonio Fumiani
from 1680 until he fell to his death from the scaffolding in 1704] was, pace Ruskin, vertiginously spectacular.
We returned to our palazzo-by-the-canal until it was time for Bryan’s train, which pretty much
coincided with our departure for another memorably unremembered dinner, again in
Canareggio,
at Osteria Orto d’ Mori and home by water in the night.
Next day, Linda’s birthday and a Friday, we left early by
the usual conveyance
to Ca’ D’ Oro for a walk across the sestiere where,
after a quick bite of espresso,
we ogled the insanely amazing marble carvings within Chiesa Santa Maria Assunta, I Gesuiti ,
before boarding the 9:30 vaporetto at Fondamenta Nuove for the islands.
Crammed with tourists, their phones and cameras constantly clicking in the constant collection
of images, the scene on the boat [as all through touristic Venice] threw my own incessant
image-collecting into a dubious light as we motored towards Murano and islands further into the Lagoon…
September 28th…awhile ago, now.
The trip of a lifetime…Linda’s smile… Venice.
I just thought she was happy to see my brother…
In your defense, the images are always fascinating, always welcome, and the odd, subtle selfie is always interesting and always, as this one,…odd.
You mean among the dancing gloves, right? Utterly unintentional at the time…
Gorgeous! Much nicer weather than when our brother met me in Venice…pouring rain!!
Great blog, cool pics….how many images did you take in Venice!?
The hits just keep on coming!