Of course I could not obtain cheese curds, so we improvised with a few variations. Even the blue cheese version went over well.
A combination of French fries, gravy and cheese - diets were parked at door.
|The first evening was spent wandering about the city |
streets, delightfully lost.
|There was an adorable old book store, absolutely loaded with used books. Anyone who knows me is well-acquainted with my affinity for old and antique books. The wonderful staircase of books was hidden in the books store's rear courtyard and lead to a spectacular canal view. I could have spent hours there.|
|Of course we had to do a tour on the black gondola. I like to call this photo "rush hour in Venice."|
|To cross or not to cross? Translated this sign reads "Bridge of the Devil". Guess what I did?|
|How could I not fall in love with this place when waking to this view each morning of my short stay?|
|Heading under the famous Rialto bridge in the black gondola.|
But then Venice happened. I found myself living only in the moment. Absorbing the history, the people, the vibe of the place - I have to admit that I even adore the sound of the language. No, it is not my first time in Italy, far from it in fact, I seem to have sort of have a thing for this country.
Anyway, to ramble on seems wrong somehow. I cannot do the affection I have for this place justice - perhaps the photos will instead :)
|So true. I found this at the Peggy Guggenheim Museum and loved the sentiment.|