Yesterday, April 25, was the feast day of San Marco, who is, as all the world knows, the city’s patron saint. Always the occasion for grand festivizing — ceremony in the Piazza, laurel wreaths on the main monuments, high mass in the basilica, and the iridescent tradition of the “bocolo,” (BOH-ko-lo) or long-stemmed red rose, that Venetian men give to the dearest ladies in their life.
Yesterday, we were bocolo-deprived. Plant matter was represented mainly by the laurel wreaths, installed a few days early. As for the bocolo, there were and there weren’t. Of course we knew that the usual freelance vendors staking out via Garibaldi and environs would be nowhere to be seen, that was to be expected. But don’t be downhearted: The Gazzettino published a little article on Friday saying that a few florists were not only going to be selling roses, they’d deliver them to your doorstep. Wonderful! But the article did not publish any names or phone numbers of these florists. Saturday — the day itself — an article appeared repeating the plan, with the names and numbers of the participating florists. Lino immediately called to order one for me (and to discover the heretofore unknown cost, which I estimated would be 3 euros for the rose and 40 euros for the delivery), only to hear “Oh no, you had to book them.”
So this little misadventure will be filed under “You had one job!”, for the florists as well as for the Gazzettino.
But no matter! We had a fine day, sunshine, breeze, empty streets, sepulchral silence broken by the occasional bellowing and screeching of dogs passing in the street or on the bridge outside our house. (If you don’t believe that a dog can screech, you haven’t met that long-haired dachshund who evidently can’t stand anything about life, and whose owner must be deaf.)
We took our usual early-morning walk along the waterfront to the end of Sant’ Elena and home again (2.7 miles, for the record), plus our ten crossings of the bridge outside — our personal stone Stairmaster. And we feasted on little kidchops — removed from young goats, not the usual lamb.
We then “went to the beach” after lunch, which is what I call our hour of sitting on the edge of the canal a few steps from our front door. We’ve had two straight weeks of sunshine, so this interlude is a high point of the day; even though we aren’t tanning in any meaningful way. we’re stoking our Vitamin D. And we look at our little boat tied to its pilings directly across the canal, and the lush greenery that is growing on the bottom of the hull, and wonder when we’ll ever row her again. The easing of some restrictions are expected to begin on May 4, but we’ll know only on May 4 if that will turn out to be true. Or, if the Gazzettino is really up to speed, we’ll find out on May 5.
Just beautiful. Thank you for letting me re-live our few but glorious days in Venice and letting me dream of coming back. Praying for all of us and Happy Liberation Day!
Thank you for sharing. This week was to be our 32nd visit to VCE. We arrived last, the day after the big Aqua Alta and watched the city recover slowly but with determination. I miss the sharing great food and wine in all our favorite stops. We will return, God willing at 83 time is not on our side.
Erla, remember the good old days at NG when you would have used three rolls of Kodachrome to get your 12 wonderful blog photos! And then had to wait for the lab to process the slides which you arrayed on your light table before selecting “the winners?” –gp
Yes indeed, those days were indeed good (and old). It was a system that really worked. I guess hose light tables are either at the Smithsonian by now, or are tres chic in some currently closed restaurant.
“…if the Gazzettino is really up to speed, we’ll find out on May 5.”
Oh, this really cracked me up! I’m still living the fantasy that we’ll be able to take our Italy trip booked for mid August to mid September. I haven’t canceled plane tickets yet, nor reached out to Air B&B, in the faint hope…
Alas. I think it may not happen, but still I hope.
Thank you, again, for your wonderful and descriptive view of Venice.
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Just beautiful. Thank you for letting me re-live our few but glorious days in Venice and letting me dream of coming back. Praying for all of us and Happy Liberation Day!
Thank you for sharing. This week was to be our 32nd visit to VCE. We arrived last, the day after the big Aqua Alta and watched the city recover slowly but with determination. I miss the sharing great food and wine in all our favorite stops. We will return, God willing at 83 time is not on our side.
Mi manca il isolato (vicinato?) molto. Un bocolo per te,
Cara mia.
Grazie infinite! Un tesoro da un tesoro.
Buona festa, cara!
Hi Pal,
Every post tells me why you love Italy so much. Thanks.
Me and about a skillion other people love Italy. Still waiting for you to come over….
Molto grazie. You help me re-live the ambiance of Venezia.❤
My pleasure, absolutely. I hope you’ll come back — sooner rather than later. A lot sooner!
Brought back memories of the only time we’ve actually been in Venice on that day. Thank you, yet again.
(We’ll be back … some day)
Erla, remember the good old days at NG when you would have used three rolls of Kodachrome to get your 12 wonderful blog photos! And then had to wait for the lab to process the slides which you arrayed on your light table before selecting “the winners?” –gp
Yes indeed, those days were indeed good (and old). It was a system that really worked. I guess hose light tables are either at the Smithsonian by now, or are tres chic in some currently closed restaurant.
“…if the Gazzettino is really up to speed, we’ll find out on May 5.”
Oh, this really cracked me up! I’m still living the fantasy that we’ll be able to take our Italy trip booked for mid August to mid September. I haven’t canceled plane tickets yet, nor reached out to Air B&B, in the faint hope…
Alas. I think it may not happen, but still I hope.
Thank you, again, for your wonderful and descriptive view of Venice.
All the best, and stay safe,
Polly
Your faint hopes are also our faint hopes! Meanwhile, thanks for not forgetting us out here…. and for reading my scribbles.
Thanks Erla,I can’t tell you enough how much I enjoy and need your Blog.
Dian