We got up and breakfast at our hotel, the Apostoli Palace, located off the Campo dei Santi Apostoli in the Cannareggio district. It's a residential area, but quite conveniently located about five minutes walk from the Rialto. We went off the Rialto first thing, to cross the bridge and find the market - said to be the best market in the world .... and possibly so. It's really big and is super nice, with all sorts of fish, vegetables and tons of people. It's great for photography - colors everywhere - so Chet, of course, had a field day.
From the market, we wandered through to the Dorsoduro to find the Accademia, which has many works - including paintings of old Venice dating from the 1300s. What's most fascinating is that the views from San Marco remain strangely unchanged - and the gondolieri, although dressed differently, use the same technique to pilot the same boats. Chet was getting "museum fatigue", though, so we continued our walk through town, exploring our way to La Fenice, the local opera house. In the course of all of this wandering, we buzzed through the Campo Santa Margherita searching in vain for the Chet Bar. A few people gave us directions, but - as it happens - none actually led to the bar and one woman finally told us that she had simply never heard of it. Very sad for Chet.
Wending our way back to the hotel, we passed over a bridge and heard serenaders riding along the gondolas. Accompanied by accordians, they sing old or new Italian songs to the passengers while passing under a sunlit bridge. Chet got most of this on his HD quality video. We got back to the hotel room after a good 7 hours of walking around and both promptly fell asleep. After this short nap, we got up and walked to the north shore of the island to check out restaurant menus and hunt for a place to eat. Wound up back in our neighborhood at Da Bepi, where we had yummy pappardelle with mushrooms, spaghetti with clams, and a mixed seafood fry which is a local specialty. That was the day!
From the market, we wandered through to the Dorsoduro to find the Accademia, which has many works - including paintings of old Venice dating from the 1300s. What's most fascinating is that the views from San Marco remain strangely unchanged - and the gondolieri, although dressed differently, use the same technique to pilot the same boats. Chet was getting "museum fatigue", though, so we continued our walk through town, exploring our way to La Fenice, the local opera house. In the course of all of this wandering, we buzzed through the Campo Santa Margherita searching in vain for the Chet Bar. A few people gave us directions, but - as it happens - none actually led to the bar and one woman finally told us that she had simply never heard of it. Very sad for Chet.
Wending our way back to the hotel, we passed over a bridge and heard serenaders riding along the gondolas. Accompanied by accordians, they sing old or new Italian songs to the passengers while passing under a sunlit bridge. Chet got most of this on his HD quality video. We got back to the hotel room after a good 7 hours of walking around and both promptly fell asleep. After this short nap, we got up and walked to the north shore of the island to check out restaurant menus and hunt for a place to eat. Wound up back in our neighborhood at Da Bepi, where we had yummy pappardelle with mushrooms, spaghetti with clams, and a mixed seafood fry which is a local specialty. That was the day!
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