Last day in Venice.  We had to, as they say in the south, get after it.  We had not yet been to the Zattere, so we headed there.  

I had forgotten that most of the Biennale collateral shows are closed on Tuesday so we struck out in that department, but we enjoyed just being flaneurs in Dorsoduro.  

This wall caught my attention:

The tide was quite high and the low parts of the Zattere were flooded, but we could still walk around the huge puddles:

We wandered back up into Dorsoduro zig zagging on the back streets, and ran into this volunteer clean up crew. We shouted Grazie and they were all smiles:

We passed this beautiful Madonna and child, high on an exterior wall:

Soon we began to recognize the calles and found our way to Il Grifone to pick up my purse.  I am very happy with it!

From there we went into the Rialto to buy jujubes for Elisa. She called them a stupid fruit. I think something was lost in translation. The other night she was saying how much she likes them and hadn’t seen them around.

We popped into Bisiol to get a bit of lunch and say “arrivederci.”.

And then we started packing—insert frowny face. It didn’t take us very long so we had a nice rest time.

I had made an early dinner reservation at All’Amarone in case we needed more time to pack, and headed over the Rialto bridge.  There was only one other table filled when we arrived.  As returning customers, they treated us royally. We sat outside and had a great time.  We started with a glass of Franciacorta followed by a standard flight of five Amarone wines and a plate of salumi.  They have it down to a science:

There is a preprinted, folding card which tells you all about each wine as you taste. I liked the #4 best and Ken, the fifth.

After that, we ordered a glass of another delicious Amarone and a plate of tagliolini with mixed mushrooms.  They offered us their wonderful sgroppino (lemon sorbet with prosecco) and we left very satisfied.  

Walking home, at the crowded top of the Rialto, we locked eyes.  Both of us choked up.  Somehow we are our best selves here in Venice, but know it is the Disneyland of our souls.

We came home and crashed.  Lots of steps, lots of emotions.

Next stop, Piacenza…