The big picture (of the world, life, etc.) is still being painted in various gradations of grim — we are in various gradations of lockdown till May, just to give an example — but all it takes is a walk (or a vaporetto ride) and two open eyes to discover a whole world of strange out there. Strange is refreshing, so have a look.
It all started a few weeks ago when I walked past this door. This arrangement makes no sense.
I found an Etsy store with something similar but exactly the same.
coline design. you can buy tights with The Raven by Poe, and Emily Dickinson’s poetry, too. Also Jane Austen?
life is odd.
Thanks so much for this! When it comes to my legs, I’ll be taking the tights that say “Nevermore.” I checked, and a search on Etsy of “women’s tights with poetry on” brings up all sorts of great things. https://www.etsy.com/search?q=women%26%2339%3Bs+tights+with+poetry+on&explicit=1 We’re missing Dickens, though; there should be tights with “It was the best of times” on one leg and “It was the worst of times” on the other.
Your anecdote about the chimneysweeps and street vendors of rags, bones, old iron reminds me to ask if you are familiar with William Dean Howells detailed description of Venice, written after being a minor consul there in the early 1860s. Alternately provincial and perceptive, it is full of genre detail about everyday things, such as how procurement of firewood worked. It is not a style of writing that is in fashion today, but once the reader gets into the cadence, its elegance of phrase becomes evident. I should have thought of it earlier, when the fog kept you indoors. Now, you’d rather be out and about, but it is still charming reading. You can find it on Gutenberg.org if you can bear a book that lacks the fragrance of old paper.
Howells’ book, “Venetian Life,” is one of my all-time favorites. Thanks for mentioning it, I’m sure others will treasure it too. Howells lived in palazzo Falier-Canossa, near San Samuele on the corner of the Grand Canal and the rio del Duca. https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Palazzo_Falier_Canossa_Canal_Grande_Venezia.jpg As for the fragrance of old paper, by now I do most of my reading online or on-Kindle. I already have so many books that it’s now a question of literal survival in the tiny space we inhabit.
Quick note, in case I wasn’t clear. At least in Lino’s lifetime, the rag/bone man wasn’t vending, he was buying in order to vend. (The cry “Rags, bones and old iron ‘to sell'” was misleading, but implied that the man was asking anyone who heard him that if they wanted to sell him these things, he was ready. In Lino’s neighborhood, near San Barnaba, he had a tiny shop or cubbyhole where you could bring your stuff, without waiting for him to make his rounds. Lino was sent any number of times with things to bring him; he remembers with profound regret how more than once he was delegated to take old rusty tools and things for which he was paid a pittance, that today would be worth real money. Who knew?
A plate of yellow food, streak’s on a wall, flower pots on a porch, trash, boy do
you need to get out of Dodge ….. or should I say ….. Doge
Ken
Napa valley
Oh Erla what a delightful read you have given us this morning, thank you, thank you, thank you 😊. In Venice one must always look up, down and into the nooks and crannies, there is history, arte and life at our beck and call.
Wonderful! Yet again you notice, record and organise the tiny details the rest of us miss or pass over.
We were chuckling by the time we got to the last images of those wonderful tights!
Going to give the polenta and parmesan dish a whirl – always got the cheese to hand somewhere in our kitchen.
Thank you yet again.
Bless the brilliant Ms. Zwingle for remembering Anouk Aimee (whom my wife looked a lot like when I was panting after her in Manhattan, way back in the day. And for teaching me a couple of new words. And for mentioning Lino’s father’s perk of anthracite, which — if I can recall from our coal bin — is the good stuff. I would walk around Venice with Erla endlessly, and have, and hope to again someday.
David Sedaris, radio raconteur and saintly trash collector, notes a common philosophical doctrine: rubbish which doesn’t touch the ground isn’t rubbish.
Thanks for a little Venice today. Waiting, waiting to return. Pennsylvania has allowed everything to open despite our state is one of the 5 with the cases rising.
Ignoring the elephant in the room.
Thanks for sharing,
Carolyn
Thanks so much for your wonderful newsletter.
I just thought you should know that Scarpa is an Italian company which makes all kinds of outdoor shoes from to climbing to mountaineering.
Thanks! I pretty much assumed that to be the case, I just thought it was amusing to see “shoe” stamped on a shoe. Now I’m off on the hunt for a company named “Shirt” that makes shirts….
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I found an Etsy store with something similar but exactly the same.
coline design. you can buy tights with The Raven by Poe, and Emily Dickinson’s poetry, too. Also Jane Austen?
life is odd.
Thanks so much for this! When it comes to my legs, I’ll be taking the tights that say “Nevermore.” I checked, and a search on Etsy of “women’s tights with poetry on” brings up all sorts of great things. https://www.etsy.com/search?q=women%26%2339%3Bs+tights+with+poetry+on&explicit=1 We’re missing Dickens, though; there should be tights with “It was the best of times” on one leg and “It was the worst of times” on the other.
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Your anecdote about the chimneysweeps and street vendors of rags, bones, old iron reminds me to ask if you are familiar with William Dean Howells detailed description of Venice, written after being a minor consul there in the early 1860s. Alternately provincial and perceptive, it is full of genre detail about everyday things, such as how procurement of firewood worked. It is not a style of writing that is in fashion today, but once the reader gets into the cadence, its elegance of phrase becomes evident. I should have thought of it earlier, when the fog kept you indoors. Now, you’d rather be out and about, but it is still charming reading. You can find it on Gutenberg.org if you can bear a book that lacks the fragrance of old paper.
Howells’ book, “Venetian Life,” is one of my all-time favorites. Thanks for mentioning it, I’m sure others will treasure it too. Howells lived in palazzo Falier-Canossa, near San Samuele on the corner of the Grand Canal and the rio del Duca. https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Palazzo_Falier_Canossa_Canal_Grande_Venezia.jpg As for the fragrance of old paper, by now I do most of my reading online or on-Kindle. I already have so many books that it’s now a question of literal survival in the tiny space we inhabit.
Quick note, in case I wasn’t clear. At least in Lino’s lifetime, the rag/bone man wasn’t vending, he was buying in order to vend. (The cry “Rags, bones and old iron ‘to sell'” was misleading, but implied that the man was asking anyone who heard him that if they wanted to sell him these things, he was ready. In Lino’s neighborhood, near San Barnaba, he had a tiny shop or cubbyhole where you could bring your stuff, without waiting for him to make his rounds. Lino was sent any number of times with things to bring him; he remembers with profound regret how more than once he was delegated to take old rusty tools and things for which he was paid a pittance, that today would be worth real money. Who knew?
A plate of yellow food, streak’s on a wall, flower pots on a porch, trash, boy do
you need to get out of Dodge ….. or should I say ….. Doge
Ken
Napa valley
Oh Erla what a delightful read you have given us this morning, thank you, thank you, thank you 😊. In Venice one must always look up, down and into the nooks and crannies, there is history, arte and life at our beck and call.
Ah yes…Polenta-Butiro-Formaggio. Not soft…not hard. Butter from high in the Dolomiti. Long curls of Grana. A meal fit for S. Marco himself.
Love the tights! And the post! (Just a note: the treachery of images [this is not a pipe] is by Rene Magritte).
GAAAH! Thanks for the correction, and the reminder that I really should do that fiftieth proofreading. I’ve fixed it now.
I always look forward to your posts! Those tights look like a Calzedonia creation.
She mentioned a local shop but wasn’t sure of the name. Might have been Calzedonia.
Wonderful! Yet again you notice, record and organise the tiny details the rest of us miss or pass over.
We were chuckling by the time we got to the last images of those wonderful tights!
Going to give the polenta and parmesan dish a whirl – always got the cheese to hand somewhere in our kitchen.
Thank you yet again.
Make sure your butter’s the best you can get, despite the cost! That’s what’s going to send your dish to heaven or, you know, to the other place.
Bless the brilliant Ms. Zwingle for remembering Anouk Aimee (whom my wife looked a lot like when I was panting after her in Manhattan, way back in the day. And for teaching me a couple of new words. And for mentioning Lino’s father’s perk of anthracite, which — if I can recall from our coal bin — is the good stuff. I would walk around Venice with Erla endlessly, and have, and hope to again someday.
David Sedaris, radio raconteur and saintly trash collector, notes a common philosophical doctrine: rubbish which doesn’t touch the ground isn’t rubbish.
If it isn’t rubbish, then why are we throwing it away? Common philosophical problem…
Thanks for a little Venice today. Waiting, waiting to return. Pennsylvania has allowed everything to open despite our state is one of the 5 with the cases rising.
Ignoring the elephant in the room.
Thanks for sharing,
Carolyn
Thanks so much for your wonderful newsletter.
I just thought you should know that Scarpa is an Italian company which makes all kinds of outdoor shoes from to climbing to mountaineering.
https://www.scarpa.com/community/green-manifesto
Thanks! I pretty much assumed that to be the case, I just thought it was amusing to see “shoe” stamped on a shoe. Now I’m off on the hunt for a company named “Shirt” that makes shirts….