Well, I feel like I came back to my youth here. Old Venice, Italian words, foods -- jam filled croissants and crema filled doughnuts in the morning. Water lapping at the side of the building, people moving at a brisk pace, but only so that they can slow down and talk to a neighbor when they run into her. The unusual element -- unknown to me here in early spring, is the sunshine. Emerging now to add strength to the colors of this city.
[Oh, I know! The sunshine is a celebration of a victorious election back in my home state of Wisconsin. I wish I had a button that said -- I Voted For Her. Because I did. And this time, the "her" won.]
I look outside. Children, being escorted by a parent or grandparent to school.

And so many boats, moving freight up and down this canal! (The hotel is at an intersection of two, and I could spend a long long time just watching the boat "traffic.") The canal - Rio di Noale - narrow as it is, does connect the Grand Canal with the Lagoon (or Laguna Veneta) and the airport at its distant corner, so I am not surprised that during the day, boat traffic here picks up. All small boats. The bridges that crisscross it are low and this keeps the big guys and bus boats away from here.
A peak at the garden that is at the heart of my little hotel. No, sorry, not hotel -- retreat. Signora Mara definitely avoids calling this a hotel.

And now I come down to breakfast. Some people are eating in their rooms and so I am alone. And the spread for me is huge!

I realized yesterday that I could not possibly eat three meals a day here and so I cancelled all my lunch reservations (even though they were so interesting!). I mean, let's be realistic here. Of course I need to eat both the croissant with jam, and the doughnut with pastry cream. Of course I do! And all those fruits!
I talk to Sig.ra Mara during part of the meal. (Her husband serves it, but he is all about speaking Italian with me, which limits our conversation somewhat. For example, I cannot possibly explain to him in Italian the significance of our elections in Wisconsin!) She has lived in the US for work purposes and her daughter has studied there, so she is familiar with the landscape. And yet, she wonders about stuff. Respectful, but also curious -- why? The question without an answer.
We chat, too, about the current weather in Venice. It's amazingly beautiful! She braved the cold of Chicago for a year and still shudders at the recollection. But she admits, too, to hating the weather in Venice during the summer. She cannot understand why people want to come here then. Of course, it has to be that way. I told her when my kids were little and tied to the school vacation schedule, we came here in the thick of summer. But of course, Venice has swelled since then. The city is now more crowded with day trippers -- something the Venetians are struggling to place limits on. Big ships no longer dock at the entrance to the Grand Canal. In 2021, a ban was put in place and now the cruise vessels have to dump their visitors in the Porto Marghera -- the industrial bank of Mestre. From there, they come by boats and buses to Venice. Is it a solution? Well, not a great one. Day traffic is always a bugaboo for locals. This is what creates rage in Barcelona, and made my waiter shake with trepidation in Grindelwald. If you could ban Airbnbs in Paris and Florence and Rome, and keep those big ships at bay, you'd make the locals much happier. But of course, you can't turn back the clock on inflated property prices, and on crowds pouring into San Marco.
So... where do I go today? In my original thinking, I had wanted to go back to the island of Burano. It's Venice, only at a tiny scale, with few people and a lot of local color. Sure, daytime visitors do come here, but it's a more distant excursion and so most do not. But today I'm thinking "no." I think I just want to walk without a destination. To the other side of the Grand Canal and who knows where after that.
Here's the thing: Venice is without a doubt the most photogenic city out there. The photos may appear repetitive -- one more bridge over a canal! -- but imagine coming upon such a splendid scene again and again and again! I'll try to limit myself to my favorites. But there were a lot! My walk extends through the neighborhood of Canareggio, where I see just a smattering of people, few if any resembling tourists.
(Canareggio has Venice's only remaining bridge without a balustrade)
(the way to do grocery shopping here when you're a senior is to not buy a lot... and to hold hands!)
(April in Venice)
(small groups of friends, everywhere)
(oh, the colors!)

From there, I head toward the Grand Canal. I cross it at the Rialto Bridge which is indeed one of the tourist hot spots in the city. But it's not too bad in the morning! (Much much worse when I pass by in the afternoon.)
Of course I stop too at the Rialto market. It's fantastic at this time of the year!
(she's fussy! "I dont like that prawn!!")
Then I walk all of the "left bank:" the neighborhood of Dorsoduro. Slightly more populated with visitors than the Canareggio, but still, not too bad!
[There is the matter of shoes: I have none that are not athletic. Not here, not at home. I did bring ankle boots, but these aren't the best for the weather we're having. So I keep my eyes open. And I see that these handmade ones are really hot right now. Great for warmer weather! If they fit. I enter a shop and I spend quite a while in it. Gaia, who is half my age, and who works in the shop, is fascinated by my "solo travels." She tried it herself for the first time last year: she went to Warsaw! I had to hear all that she saw and ate. I ask her if she's Venetian, suspecting she is is not. I'm from Rome. But I went to work in London. Then came back to be closer to my mom who was then in Venice. I came here and two months later she moved to Geneva! She works for the U.N.!
I purchased a pair of her shoes in the color she chose for me.

(friends, greeting continued)
(lunch break)
(April in Venice)
(in that tumult is that onr remaining veggie boat -- a mini market on the water)
(Toward Accademia, but not crossing over yet...)

And now I walk over to the Lagoon shoreline -- where it looks out over the Giudecca. This is always less crowded than the shoreline by San Marco. Even the wide avenue leading to it is peaceful.
Here, the ice cream shops and cafes that catch the Lagoon breezes always tempt me. I stop for a coffee, but in looking at others sharing this glorious sunny spot, I'm seeing more orange in a glass than frothy coffee in a cup. I join the throng!
And I continue my walk.
I've never seen this part of Venice not be fairly empty. And the views are fabulous!


Time to cut back to the Grand Canal. Past the Peggy Guggenheim collection, though I stop only at the gift shop. To look.
I do, however, want to inspect more closely the stuff in a shop with very simple jewelry. Chains with small stones -- that kind of thing. But it's closed, so I cannot go in. There is a small sign that instructs potential shoppers to go a couple of doors down to the store on the corner to get help. I do that.
Inside this second shop, a guy is working on a glass ring for a waiting customer. I stay back and watch.
She pays for it. Something about her form of payment has him ask -- do you live here now, or... there? She answers -- there.
So I'm curious and I join the conversation. Where do you live?
St. Petersburg.
We talk about how lovely St Petersurg is. She digs up that known platitude -- that it's like Venice, what with waterways and bridges. Personally, I don't think it's anything at all like Venice, but I'm not about to say that.
We do not talk about The War. I do not ask her how it is to live under autocratic rule. But when she leaves, I say to the shopkeeper -- well, you just had two customers in your shop from two hostile to Europe countries.
Oh, where are you from? The United States. Ohhhh....
As we walk over to that other shop -- the one that caught my interest, he tells me that his wife is American. From Indiana. She is the one who makes the non-glass jewelry in that first shop.
He brings up The Topic. He's totally depressed about the tariffs. They will ruin us. Just wait -- you'll see how destructive they are! They'll put us out of business!
I'm in my most apologetic mode. I try to answer his questions. You know, my wife, she listens to the news, the podcasts all the time. I do not listen to any of it. I can't. I listen to music to calm me, but it's as if she is held captive. What's going to happen in your country? It's such a mess.
Don't I know it.
At least I do buy the necklace. Big deal, right?
And now I cross that other hot spot -- the Accademia Bridge, with that classic picture postcard view of the Grand Canal.
From there, it's about a 15 minute walk to San Marco. Of course I'm going to go there. It's crowded. It's crazy. But it also is beautiful. Sitting in the sunshine at Cafe Florian is an exquisite treat. I order their classic ice cream coupe. Along with a coffee, it costs me about as much as I would pay for a casual dinner in Italy, but what the heck. How many times will I sit, bathed in sunshine here, with music playing, birds swooping down for the kill (well, for the crumbs), people smiling... It's magical.
From here, I have to put up with many people: the shortcut walk from San Marco to the Rialto is along narrow alleys and so even small groups of people fill up the space. And of course this is the epicenter of souvenir shopping. I walk briskly.
I stop at the dei Tedeschi department store to take in the rooftop view. Perhaps unnecessarily -- I've seen it before -- but Madama Garden owners are friends with someone who is friends with someone and so they get free VIP passes for their guests. I have one, I'm here, so I use it.
And now it's time to get back to my room and recharge my batteries -- on my phone and in my soul! I walked enough to be in competition with my most serious hiking days in the Alps. And that's a good thing!
In the evening I eat dinner at Vini da Gigio -- another one liked by my hosts here.
It's a family run place and I'm told to look out for the various temperaments of (older) father and (younger) son!

I have a lovely table that gives me a full view of the dining room. I'd studied the menu - I know I want a selection of Venetian appetizers.

Good variety! I think I'd like them even more if it wasn't for the fact that yesterday's stood out in their excellence so much. But, you can't compare. Each place has their presentation. And here's the thing -- I finally order pasta tonight, this one with prawns and small tomatoes and it is just superb! It's so easy to kill pasta, to over-sauce it, to toughen the prawns. This place does none of that. It's one of those simple dishes that I know I could not easily replicate.

I pass on more food though. And say no thank you to dessert. The food tempts you from all sides, but in truth, there's just too much of it.
I walk home happy and satiated. Good wake-up to great outcomes in Wisconsin, fantastic walk, fabulous weather, and memorable encounters. Venice, at her best.
with love...