Woke up to more rain– just a bit more than a mist. We started the packing process and tried to relax. Here’s Ken on the computer:

Bob and Pat slept late so we decided to go over the Rialto Bridge for coffee with them, at Café del Doge. Somehow we lost Bob at the top of the bridge but after about 5 minutes Kenny was able to find him. We strolled in the market (no fish on Mondays) and then had our coffee. Pat had a really pretty cappuccino with an apple design in the milk.

We walked through San Polo, window shopping. Bob got a great speck and cheese panino; Pat and I got twin, glass bead bracelets to remember the trip. I had in mind to go to Trattoria San Toma for lunch but when we got there it was closed. We stopped into Ciak’s for salads and their kind of pizza which is really a big bruschetta with melted cheese on top. Pat and Bob took the vaporetto back and Ken and I went to the COOP for supplies to make dinner. We stopped at Intissimi for some underwear for Kathryn—her favorite gift from last time. San Marco is crowded and it’s interesting trying to negotiate umbrella space. We came home to finish packing. Then, finally, Ken and I went to see the Santi Giovanni e Paolo church. It’s the one we see right from our apartment but we still hadn’t been inside the huge Gothic church. Here’s the view from our dining room:

It is filled, inside with tombs of the doges and other famous, historic Venetians. One of the most interesting things is the relic of St. Catherines’ foot. We are feeling a little melancholy about leaving this city which has firmly entrenched itself in our hearts.
Bob and Pat came over for a quick pasta dinner. We figure we’ll be eating in restaurants from now until we leave. The best part was that Pat walked over here all by herself—without getting lost. She and I hung out on the terrace for a while so we could see Bob coming over the bridge.

World cup, after dinner and to bed.