This morning, I made my way to a street market I’d read about on Via Pignasecca. That name means dry pinecone, there must be a story attached to that.
Anyhow, I bought some nice fresh vegetables and a pair of light weight pyjamas there, and then I saw it, marching along like it owned the whole darn place, looking neither left nor right, stopping for no one.
Street cat of Napoli
Just because you’re nice folks, and I see some things around Venice that defy classification, and I want you to see them!
Well, it seems Florence doesn’t have the monopoly on Della Robbia pieces. Or, Della Robbia lookalikes. This was near the Chiesa San Zaccaria.
I don’t think this cat in the pet shop is for sale. Mind you, I didn’t stop to ask.
How’s this for elegance?
Ancient stone, modern weeds.
What good advice!
Just because I have to include some red.
Aha! I teeny-tiny pissota! Newish readers can find out about these here: public-service-notice
And, an image of proper Venetian rowing, with Babbi Natale.
I recently discovered (I was reading a cook book by mistake), that an Eton Mess is what I might call a pavlova that got dropped on the way to the table. (If you don’t know what a pavlova is, I pity you.)
Anyhow, this is my introduction to a mish-mash of images for your
eating viewing pleasure.
This is what greets me when I finally choose the right key to get into the apartment foyer.
Those are rather lovely (and old) bricks.
The first Venetian cat I’ve seen so far. It wouldn’t follow me home, darn it.
A couple of pastry cooks at work. They wouldn’t follow me home either, darn it.
I did slip some food in, it seems. Do you like persimmons? I like their colour.
This is for you, Susie.
And this is for you, Linda.
This afternoon, I’m joining a group of Graffiti Busters, to do some cleaning near the Miracoli Church. I thought I was on vacation!