Thanks to a message from Fausto, my early warning alert system, I knew there would be a Regata of Babbo Natale (Father Christmas) on Saturday morning. We met at Ca’ Foscari, hoping to be allowed access to their water landing stage, which would provide a ringside seat for this occasion. But not even Fausto’s Venetian accent and charm would give us permission today. There was a “Private function” happening.
So, we walked down to Ca’ Rezzonico and waited on the hump-backed bridge there. Soon, a veritable flotilla of Babbo Natale appeared from the direction of San Marco. I am so glad I didn’t miss this fun experience.
But, wait, there’s more.
As this Babbo Natale passed, a little girl beside me called out in happy excitement “Pappa, Pappa”. It was her grandpa.
While waiting for the Regata to appear, I looked up at the Palazzo Grassi and saw an old friend.
The streets at night are very pretty.