Even in the most-of-the-day drizzle, I am so glad to be here. I have no idea what it is. The sun hasn’t come out yet since we arrived; it’s chilly and damp. We have been nowhere spectacular except the Rialto Bridge and its beauty is well concealed with construction, but I am just feeling a certain thrill that only Venice brings me. It must be love.
We had to go to Cafe Doge for our first coffee so off we went, over the bridge into San Polo. Coffee was great, as usual. And we picked up some bread at the place right there on the Ruga. The rain really started when we came out so we headed back home and stopped at the out door fruit and vegetable market right near our place. I got some dried borlotti beans and I wanted to get them cooking so we came home and did it and also got the rest of a minestrone soup going.
When the rain stopped we took another walk but mostly we stayed close to home because my good friend Brenda and her sister were arriving. They got here in the late afternoon–staying in the 2 bedroom apartment just across the hall from us. We had a glass of wine and went on a walk with them to the Rialto Bridge, to the wine shop, Milli Vini, and to do a bit of shopping. Things are quieter in our neighborhood but it is still pretty congested around the bridge even now, in late October.
They were tired from their long travel day so we ate the soup and bread and cheese pretty early. During dinner Elisa and her husband knocked on the door and brought us a bottle of red wine. What a nice surprise!
Ken and I have started watching Black Mirror so we did that and went to sleep early.