Three Days in Venice…

I am migrating most of my travel journals to Daveno Travels. This is an excerpt from my first international trip to Carnival in Venice in 2009. You never forget your first time…

I have by some miracle of fate, survived my first international flight, and have arrived in Venice. A bus takes me across the bridge to the fabled city, and a trajetto takes me to where my brother Payne, in his historical garb, is waiting at the San Angelo stop, a short walk through aged alleys to the apartment they have rented on Calle Dei Avvocati (Street of Lawyers) for the next two weeks. He unlocks a massive, wooden door. I walk in to the grand foyer of what appears to be 15th century manor house.

After a couple of glasses of water and a brief sit down, I change into my Venetian coat, and we set off, winding our way through alleyways and onto San Marco Square, the Grand Central for Carnival. We turn the corner, and the landscape fills with the domes and towers of the Basilica. It takes my breath away. We stop every 10 steps when Payne is asked to pose for photos with other tourists, We find a square with a bronze statue of the Lion of Venice, which results in one of my favorite photos from the trip.

Payne and Marie hit the stage for one of the many Carnival fashion shows.

We duck into the Caffe Florian, a baroque salon in operation since 1720, a favorite haunt of Goethe, Casanova (possibly because it was the only coffee house to admit women), and later, Lord Byron, Proust and Dickens. It is filled with costumed revelers, looking very much the part of 17th-18th century lords and courtesans. We are shown to a small table in one of the ornate and crowded salons, and order hot chocolate, which arrives as rich as though it were a Hershey Bar melted into a delicate, porcelain cup. The windows looking out are filled with people looking in, and it is hard to tell which side of the glass is the more active fish bowl. A man in a white harlequin suit, accompanied by a man in black, dressed like Mozart’s father in Amadeus, start an obscene pantomime through the glass with a man sitting near us, and flirting with the man’s wife at the same time. I nearly choked on my hot chocolate…

Another Beginning…

After putting my business aside for much of last year to attend to family matters, I returned to find my website of about 6 years in need of updates.  But the more I worked with it, the more broken pieces I found, until finally tiring of wrestling with things that would never cooperate, I decided to move it.

The process will take me several weeks, as my website houses my library of research papers and travel journals in addition to my online store.

So, please bear with me as I transition from “broken there” to “bright and shiny and new here”.