Always something to see

I sometimes wonder if other cities and/or lagoons offer so much just to look at as Venice does, and I’m not talking about palaces and churches.  Elsewhere you sometimes have to go in search of wonderful glimpses, but here all you have to do is keep your eyes open and your brain turned on, even if it’s only in neutral.  For this to work, though, you’re going to have to put your dang phone away.  Otherwise you’ll never see anything.

State your business and leave.
Remember all the excitement a few weeks ago when the canals were dry?  The tide is back, but you need to pay attention to the tide forecast and moor your boat accordingly. As mentioned on a previous occasion, by not leaving enough slack the owner has guaranteed that his boat will be hanging by the neck, plus he will never be able to open those knots. I hope he’s got a good knife handy because cutting is his only option.
Speaking of boats, this relic just across the canal from the strangled boat is looking extremely fine at that magic moment of sunset. During the day it has no glamour at all.
Sunset is a famously great moment.  You can tell that by looking at everybody on the fondamenta looking westward making photos.
This fluttery red ribbon came out of nowhere the other day. I can only hope that locks on bridges are no longer a thing because ribbons are lovely.  And, unlike locks, they weigh nothing.
I’m guessing this couple is Portuguese: “O nosso amor e’ magico 21-3-23 ap”. Our love is magic.  The first day of spring evidently worked its own magic.  So heartfelt good wishes to a and to p — I hope your amor continues to flourish even after you leave Venice.  You’re not likely to have a romantic canal to count on to keep that glow.
I can only hope that whoever she is going to be spending the day with admires her sartorial perfection. She even harmonizes with the color of the vaporetto’s interior.  Impressive.  I used to live a life where I too gave important attention to how my outfit came together. I wonder which came first, the bag or the shoes.  Maybe the vaporetto.
It’s not that rules are unknown here. It’s that they only have the grip of a month-old Post-It note that has fallen down a hundred times and just won’t stay stuck.
A closer look, so you can be sure to read this request/order/admonition.  The usual high marks for effort will be awarded.  As for effectiveness, well…you see the result.
Other things that make no sense: The shopping carts at the Prix supermarket in our neighborhood. Why do the sides stop halfway up? The designer has never gone shopping?  The factory ran out of plastic?
You’re in luck if you’re the kind of person who likes a challenge, like this gentleman ahead of me.  He has managed to arrange his groceries according to size, shape and volume with remarkable skill.  The person ahead of him, please note, faced the challenge in a completely different way — by sidestepping it altogether.  His or her shopping trolley is also crammed, but the objects don’t risk falling apart.
I just like the way it looks.
The requisite pink or pale blue bows on the doorway announcing births always sound a tiny imaginary trumpet fanfare in my heart.  In this case, I gather there are twin girls.  Oh boy.
A lovely, if melancholy, surprise at the entrance to the church of the Gesuati. An abandoned rose does not augur well, and I can only hope that a and p’s magic love has not come to a premature end.
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Yes, there will be spring

I don’t know who needs to see this, but nobody refuses delivery of the very first forsythia blossom on the entire bush.  Or in the entire world.

Seen at the Morosini Naval School. It’s probably way, way out of order. No shore leave for a month.

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Mooning the tides

Returning to the topic of the Venetian tides, which scared everybody because it seemed as if they had lost their mind — or minds.  Do they have more than one?

Anyway, let’s see what the Tide Center forecast is for today and the next few days:

As we can see, the tides are really smoothing out.

Let’s show why this is happening by consulting one of the most important meteorological influences: The moon.  The greatest jumps between high and low tide occur when the moon is full or when it is new (or “dark,” as they say here).

The full moon on Feb. 6 got the ball rolling, so to speak.

There was a pause on the 14th, not to celebrate Saint Valentine but because twice a month, when the waning or waxing moon is at the half, the tides scarcely change at all for the space of about 24 hours.  Venetians call this the “morto de aqua,” or death of the water.  Fun fact: For that brief interval, there is often unsettled-to-bad weather.  I always imagine that the moon, which spends most of the month keeping the weather on the rein, so to speak, takes a break and the weather just runs around and does whatever it likes.  In fact, for the next few days a violent northeast wind is expected to blast through here.

The evidence is before us: After February 14, moving toward the new moon on the 20th, the tides went to exciting extremes.  But now look at the moon from Feb. 27-28, and compare flattish tide forecast.

So arm yourself with a barometer (high atmospheric pressure = lower water), the Tide Center forecast, and the phases of the moon, and no canal will ever be able to sneak up on you ever again.

The moon has its own official fish.

This 100-pound moonfish (also Southern spotted opah, or Lampris australensis) washed up on an Oregon beach.  There seems to have been no complicity with the tides, however.  (livescience.com)
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Venice running dry? Not yet

The Bacino Orseolo, near the Piazza San Marco, could obviously use a little dredging. But as long as there are even a few feet of water, the gondolas will get through.

About ten days ago, I said to Lino, “Welp, it’s just about time for those wild articles that come out every year yelling ‘Oh-my-God-there’s-no-more-water-in-the-canals-Venice-is-dyyyyiiiiiinnnnnnnng’ to start appearing.”

And sure enough, just as soon as the exceptional low tides began to suck the water out of the canals, the television/online/daily newspaper news in many places began to wail.

Unhappily for the interested public, the people who really would like to understand what’s going on, these articles are not helpful.  For one thing, there is a serious drought afflicting the mainland, and photos are showing rivers running dry.  Rivers dry, canals dry — the drought has hit Venice! Logical!  Obvious!  Wrong!

Rivers and Venetian canals are not at all the same, for the simple reason that the Venetian lagoon isn’t fed by rivers, streams, lakes, or rain.  It is fed by the Mediterranean Sea, Adriatic department.  The canals are tidal: Six hours in, six hours out.  No water at the moment?  It will be back shortly.

Every Venetian knows that in January and February there will be exceptional low tides. This is no novelty, they even have a nickname for the phenomenon: le seche de la marantega barola.

I can’t overstate this:  The low tides are NORMAL.  They are predictable.  The only thing that changes is the time at which the tide begins to fall or to rise, and the expected maximum depth.  And then you plan accordingly.  By “you” I mean people whose work depends on using water.  If you live in Venice and the water takes you by surprise, you can’t be paying attention.

The lowest low tide this year, so far, was Monday at -68 cm below mean sea level.  I was impressed; I’d never seen it that low.  But this is nothing!

The Tide Center maintains a trove of historical data, and guess what?  Between 1874 and 1989 there were plenty of times that the tide dropped even more dramatically — ranging from -90 cm (4:30 PM on February 24, 1876) to – 124.5 cm (January 18, 1882, at 4:10 PM).  Almost all of these exceptional low tides were in January and February, with a few in December and March.  We know they are coming!  They always come!  And then they leave!

Too bad the reports never show the same canal, six hours later, brimming with water.  But that would spoil the whole story.

Our little boat, with Lino providing scale and glamour in his Carnival tricorn hat.
Later that same day, water returns.
Late afternoon and the water is gone! Help!
The next morning, the water is back.
Low tide.
High tide.

Go through a few days of this low-tide/high-tide cycle and it begins to seem normal.  Because it is.

See you next January, when we’ll go through this again.  I’ll bring popcorn, we can watch it together.

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