As you walk along the calle and across the campi of Venice, you may notice numbers or letter incised into the masegni (paving stones). I always wonder when they were done, and why. Maybe some of them marked the presence of utilities?
Epiphany has come and gone, and Carnevale looms on the horizon.
Now, that’s all well and good, but with the advent of Carnevale comes some little morsels of worldly downfall! They’re plump little deep-fried balls of decadence, stuffed with fruit, or crema or zabaione or … Well, we’re talking seriously delicious dolce. I think maybe 10,000 calories each, roughly, but they taste so darn good. So, all the good done by the walking everyone does is quickly undone by ingesting one (or two) of these temptresses. (I drool as I write.) The best ones (so far) are from Tonolo in Dorsoduro, so I have to walk at least 25 minutes each way, with lots of bridges. Maybe I can convince myself there’s a neutral caloric balance there?
There was a glorious full moon a couple of nights ago, and the best view was right in my neighbourhood.
Someone has gone to the trouble of gluing this mirrored image onto one of the approaches to the Accademia Bridge. Another mystery.
More mirror, fragments this time, which reflected the red coat of the photographer, and was nicely placed beside a fire hydrant.
And still more cards have arrived! Thanks to Kathleen, from Ireland, for the card and chocolate coins (just what I need, as a chaser to the frittelle), and from someone in Los Banos, California. I’m sorry, I couldn’t make out your name … reveal yourself!