|Screaming pope in Cannaregio|
Venice is sinking along with its property prices but I'm a lightweight. I don't make a difference.
Top online tip for tourists: 'The floating landing stage is not the vaporetto.'
The Italian Renaissance all-comers free-style match at the Accademia is won by the Bellini family.
The Madonna con il Bambino (workshop of Piero della Francesca) at the Palazzo Cini, with its translucent cool poise, reminds me of the polished, pallid cross-section of a fossilised waterborne thing floating through eternity which I've just seen in the Museo di Storia Naturale - a tendrilly blob which might have had a single impulse, genesis. Wish I'd taken a photo.
The talented blogger KnitOxford.wordpress.com sends me someone else's clever post about designing a jumper based on the Doge's palace.
Why not knit the Grand Canal with intarsia gondole and crocheted palazzo edges? It would make a nice scarf.
|Members of a watercolour class|
I get lost and end up stuck in the appalling Rialto crowds and tat. I become one of the people who annoy me by clogging the arteries of my Portobello home ground.
I'm not here to draw but on the last night I sit by the Grand Canal as the damp chill rises, eat a zabaglione-stuffed choux bun and have a pen malfunction.
Free the caged songbirds, you bastards!
Time for Italian Hours by Henry James:
Left: La Meditazione or La Malinconia, Domenico Fetti (or followers), c.1618, Accademia. Is the version in the Louvre the first or second?
...the very vulgarest rubbish in all the modern market...
...It is possible to dislike Venice, and to entertain the sentiment in a responsible and intelligent manner. There are travellers who think the place odious, and those who are not of this opinion often find themselves wishing that the others were only more numerous.
|Incoronazione della virgine, Andrea di Bartolo, Ca' d'Oro|