Pickpockets 2.0

The finish line of the Vogalonga may well be the only crowded place in Venice where your money isn’t at risk of being stolen.  Please admire the black caorlina and, more to the point, its crew of Franciscan friars from the monastery at the Redentore on the Giudecca.

More advice on protecting yourself from pickpockets (other than staying at home, under the bed).

Where else is your wallet at risk?  At the automated vaporetto-ticket machines.  By the time you’ve finished deciphering and following the instructions, your worldly goods may well have moved on.  If not yet, the pickpockets have seen where you put your wallet.  Getting through the turnstiles is sufficiently distracting that you won’t notice that they are right behind you as you pass through.

“In very crowded areas,” my friend explained, “they get so close to you, you don’t even know they’ve opened your bag.”

Another thing:  “Crossing crowded bridges is another way to get your bag opened up,” etc. etc. etc.

I have no doubt that all this information and advice is valid also in Florence, Rome, Milan, and any other city that attracts lots of people.  They don’t have to all be tourists, there just have to be lots of them and the thieves have their cover.

Tour guides have been stolen from — one German guide was pickpocketed inside the basilica of San Marco.  The spouses of tour guides have been ditto ditto.  On especially busy days (for example, from now till October) there are hundreds of these incidents a day.

Don’t bother pining for the good old days under the doge and the Council of Ten.  As Lino occasionally remarks, “They used to cut the thief’s hand off.  He kept stealing anyway.”

 

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Redentore, the best we could do

Some weather on Friday evening slightly bedraggled the lanterny lights that usually give a happy glow to alfresco feasting along the Giudecca. This in itself doesn’t ruin the party, but it doesn’t help.

When last we spoke, Venice was on the verge of its annual celebration of the feast of the Redentore (held last Sunday).  By now the festa has come and gone, but this year the difference between the two was minimal.  “Reduced form” is the boilerplate description, but if you reduce something past a certain point it just isn’t it anymore.

We did not have fireworks, as all the world knows.  Without fireworks, I discovered, the festa can’t achieve liftoff.  Yes, people did come to Venice — according to La Nuova Venezia, 108 tables had been reserved for the usual dinners outside (68 of them along the fondamenta of the Giudecca), and a total of some 15,000 people came to join the Venetians making some sort of merry.  Fifteen thousand may sound good compared to nothing (let us cast our minds back to the desolation of the total lockdown), but it represented less than a fifth of the number that crammed the city last year.  I used to hate the cramming, but without it the evening felt strangely deflated.  No, actually, it felt partially deflated, which is not much better.

Seeing that we did not go roaming the city in search of entertainment, I only know what I saw in our little lobe of land, or what the newspaper reports.  It says that there were people eating outside around the city, along fondamente big or small, or in their boats tied up in the Grand Canal or some other major waterways.  That sounds nice.

To warm the general atmosphere to an even happier level, four large boats bearing a total of some 30 Venetian musicians moved around the Grand Canal, the Giudecca Canal and the Bacino of San Marco.  Floating music has a long tradition in this festival, although in recent years it has been co-opted by the big party boats blaring music at levels that would pulverize a small planet.  It must have been wonderful to have a bouncier, smaller sort of soundtrack as the evening drew on (for the record, the participants were Batisto Coco, Josmil Neris and Laguna Swing, Pitura Stail and Ska-j).  All these groups are on YouTube, and here is a small clip that shows how little it took — at least, compared to the labor and cost of a 30-minute fireworks display — to get the party going.

It looks really sweet and I send huge compliments to the organizers, etc.  Unhappily for us, none of these boats made it down as far as via Garibaldi — or at least not during the brief period I was roaming the waterfront.  So if this sort of thing is ever organized again (and I hope it will be, though probably everyone will want fireworks again), the landlubbers need to lub somewhere further afield.

So I can only report on Redentore as observed south of the Arsenal and north of Sant’ Elena.  But I will throw in some of the races held on Sunday afternoon, and a glimpse of the Patriarch going to mass, if that will help liven things up.  We’ll hope for better and happier things next year.

The late afternoon scene was a little melancholy. At this point, in a normal world, this stretch of water would have been a turmoil of boats arriving and moving around and getting settled for the evening.
There was a moment when weather looked like it was working up some fireworks of its own, but then it moved away.
The Riva Sette Martiri is usually lined with enormous luxury yachts, driving the mobs crazy by blocking the view of the fireworks.  These obviously did not present a problem.  It was kind of touching, seeing yachts again, no matter how small and unassuming.  This marks a kind of milestone in the return to normalcy.
Getting ready for company, and lots of it, too. Via Garibaldi in the late afternoon seemed like one long table.
Most of the tables were reserved, even if they were merely the picnic type.
Individual tables have been separated, at least somewhat. But if your party consists of 30 friends and family, you’re not going to start measuring distances.
Many people were looking very nice indeed. Not what one usually imagines with the word “tourist.”

Almost all the restaurants add more tables and the police look the other way. But this is sublime! Need two more tables? There’s plenty of room in the middle of via Garibaldi. People can just walk around them.
And they did.
More expansion into the mainstream, cleverly delimited by fake boxwoods.
Just one more table? What a fabulous problem to have — needing more room — after the Long Closing of the spring.
The waiter is wearing a mask because he’s going inside so often. Also, he probably isn’t related to any of this group. Also, I think it’s required.
There was music here too — several places had live performers.  The night’s still young, so the band hasn’t set up yet.
Of course there are dogs. There are always dogs. But the street is uncharacteristically uncrammed.  It feels a little strange.

A few families staked out their own territory, the basic building block of the festival. Forego fireworks? If we must. Forego food with the folks? No. Just no.

Neighborhood folks haven’t yet been outnumbered by the visitors. With plenty dogs and kids, it’s just a normal summer night on the street.
The votive bridge got a reasonable amount of traffic, but as many seem to be going as coming. There was one balloon vendor, but no stands selling candy or cotton candy. No parish charity lottery, no stand selling products made by the prisoners. We were down to the bare bones.
However, there were more spectators at the races than usual. I heard several people remark on it.
Masks aren’t required outdoors, as you see. But plenty of people keep one on hand, if they should need to go into a bar/cafe, or take the vaporetto. Passengers aren’t allowed to board if a mask is not already in place.
There are three races: Young men on pupparinos, older men on pupparinos, and men on gondolas. The blue boat has just crossed the finish line, marked by the vertical cord in the wooden frame, which is aligned with a marker further out in the canal.

Andrea Bertoldini and Mattia Colombi winning for the second year in a row.  They were at least one boat-length ahead of their closest competitor.
The battle for third place came down to the last few seconds.
Well, that’s settled!

To enter the church required a line, of course; this year, a modest and very orderly line. Hand sanitizer on the table at the entrance, clearly marked entrance and exit (no more milling around), and monks with masks. It was all rather subdued.
The Patriarch of Venice (last seen at the festa of San Piero at the end of June), arriving to get garbed for the big ceremonial procession.

 

 

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Redentore up in smoke

Waiting for the fireworks. Last year, this looked like a party. This year, it looks like a public health nightmare.  I hadn’t ever thought about it, but fireworks manufacturers must be hurting this year along with everybody else.

This just in:  The bridge is already under construction, and I’m sure the fireworks are already on the way, but like a launch at Cape Canaveral, mayor Luigi Brugnaro has scrubbed the mission.

This year, there will be no fireworks for the Redentore (July 19).  No fireworks, no party boats, no “notte famosissima.” It’s a blow, but there were already signs that caution was going to rule, beginning with the new regulation that spaces along the fondamente were going to be assigned only by booking.  But in the end, it was obvious that safe social distancing was going to be impossible to plan, much less maintain, on water or on land.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.  “Festa of the Redentore, on the embankments only by reservation.”

Here is the mayor’s announcement (translated by me):

“I do not have good news.  I have been awake all night, but unfortunately I’m forced to tell you that we are annulling the fireworks for the Redentore.  I can’t bring myself to make it work, I have tried everything.  In conscience I just don’t feel like it, for me it’s the most beautiful festa of the year.  We set up an incredible system for booking for the boats, we even invented a series of plans for limiting the flow.  It’s my decision, I take responsibility for it, but I cannot bring the city to risk it.  This is a safe city.”

If you come for the fireworks, you’re almost certainly going to want to eat something somewhere. Not a scene that bears repeating this year.

No news at this moment as to whether the races will be held on Sunday afternoon, or the mass.

However, I think it’s unlikely that the festal mass on Sunday afternoon is going to be permitted to proceed as in days of yore.
Winds of change, as the cliche’ goes. Hang tough, Venice.

 

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Boat mooring, Redentore style

In my last post I mentioned the various physical effects of the Redentore festivizing, but I forgot to mention the nautical manifestations of Redentore Syndrome.  A new one turned up on the Morning After (Sunday).

You should know that by now a large percentage — I’d guess around 97 per cent — of the boats which come to watch the fireworks are not carrying Venetians.  By this I don’t mean to say that Venetians don’t come (though an informal survey reveals that they are fewer each year), nor do I mean that Venetians only come in boats with oars, because, there too, the number is dwindling.  Certainly some Venetians come in their motor- or sailboats.  But, at least in our neighborhood, people either watch from the fondamenta, as we do, or don’t go at all.  (Giorgio was asleep upstairs by 9:30.)  A wander around the zone revealed that the majority of the partyers are from elsewhere — foreigners on vacation, or people from the hinterland in every direction, from Chioggia to Treviso to Padova to points beyond.  Many of them do not have a deep experience of boats, as I can confirm from seeing them around the lagoon.

The lagoon as seen by the innumerable people who come to zoom around for the day or, in the current case, the night. Notice the lack of waves, pilings, current, barges, taxis, ambulances, fire-department boats, vaporettos, houseboats, or any other potential hazard. One of our more hilarious memories was the Redentore years ago when the man in the big motorboat two boats over from ours spent the entire evening trying to set his anchor.  He kept throwing it, it kept coming loose.  The last time he threw it, he fell in. It really was better than the fireworks. (Photo: Maksim Kostenko/Fotolia)

In any case, here is the latest exhibit in that category.  What I will never know is whether it was the boat’s owner, or some kindly soul full of good intentions where experience ought to be, who tied it up in this eccentric manner.  It’s kind of adorable.

The first funny thing is that this boat is exactly across the canal from the strangled boat of last year. Is this the first landfall certain people manage to make when leaving the scene of the fireworks? Because I can almost promise you they don’t live around here.  Being positive, though, we can all be glad that the boat is, indeed, immobilized in some way, and not out there roaming around like the Flying Dutchman.
The knot on the boat itself comes from “The Sailor’s Guide to Super-Secure Knots to Make in the Dark While Drunk” (probably). Three thousand turns of a line does not necessarily guarantee that it will stay tied. I speak from experience (though in my experience I was neither drunk, nor was it dark).  So I’m guessing this is where the line will give way if a storm strikes.
Apparently the person gave up on this incomprehensible knot — good decision — and just draped it atop the stanchion.  I’m still trying to decide if this is a genius idea because I guess it would hold pretty well.  But I can’t figure out if the knot came first and the loop was just a desperate way to make it useful.
Graceful.  I like the way it was passed behind one support and through another.  This person has an artistic soul, because this couldn’t have been done by chance.
And around the boat’s snout.  It doesn’t look terribly secure, but the person was doing his/her/their best to cover all the important points.  I can hear the Captain’s voice now:   “‘Avast, and belay there with a double turn, goodman host.” (The Knight of the Golden Melice).
Lino was briefly amused by the photo and the ingenious mooring.  As for who or what might have been responsible, his remark was even briefer: “All you have to do is look at the cap,” he said, “and you know everything you need to know.”

 

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