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Tuesday June 8th we leave for Venice. The sky is clear over the Alps before we dive and land in Marco Polo airport at 13.30.

1st day. We arrive and explore the neighbourhood.

Eric
2005-12-08 18:59:09

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We explore the neighbourhood, which has lots of useless shops targeting only tourists, and if I don't press on, Helle's speed slows down to less than 500 metres an hour. Some of the stuff is pretty, but there's nothing you cannot live without. It is one of the main routes to Rialto and during our stay in Venice we soon learn that the number of useful shops increase with your distance to the tourist paths.
Dinner at La Patatina

We find a small osteria, La Patatina near Ponte San Polo, where the menu displayed in the window has attractively few English words, and then go home to rest a bit. Having changed to something less casual we leave at a bit past 6. There's only 5 minutes walk to La Patatina, which is just opening its doors. We are the first guests and it is pretty early to dine, but we haven't had a proper meal all day - the rubber roll on the plane doesn't count.

Helle orders fish soup and baccala with polenta as secondo. I order parpadelle with mushrooms and Fegato alla Venezia, liver with polenta. Along with this a carafe of the house white. Bread and nice grissini is served immediately, but the first course arrives as late as 7.15. We're pretty sure the kitchen was unmanned until 7. Two young girls look after the guests. Their aprons are tied to low to be useful, but of course it wouldn't do to hide the bare strip of skin below the short T-shirt.

Most diners are tourists, but many locals drop in for a quick drink or a snack at the bar. The food is ok, but we're not beamed to Heaven. Helle's baccala is boiled in milk and little taste of fish remains. My Venetian liver in wine and onion sauce is excellent, but the white polenta (maize porridge) fried on the pan is so-so. Two French ladies are seated just beside us, and when they hear our Danish gibberish they chat with no restraints.

I order coffee: "Due espressi, per favore!" and I wonder why the local dialect puts an "a" at the end when the girl repeats the order with something sounding like "spressa". The explanation arrives as two orange drinks: spritza, which is white wine with Campari and sparkling water. I honestly think I said it right, but maybe it had been safer to ask for "café". We get our espressi though - and with smiles - and "il conto" at 54,50 € is not expensive. As we leave I say "Bon soir" to our neighbours, and surprised they answer likewise. Their French chat was much to fast for me to understand, but how are they to know? I couldn't resist - naugthy, naugthy!
Evening and Sensor Activated Loo-light

In the velvety evening we stroll to Campo San Polo hoping for some outdoors temptation, but all activity has moved indoors - probably a local rule to insure peace and quiet in the evening. The beer is red and sweet and not particularly refreshing. Many pizzas are served and the waitresses here have also chosen to expose bare skin and carry the apron low and useless.

I find the toilet. The light switches on automatically when I enter; there must be a movement sensor. I lock the door, prepare what it is necessary and aim carefully. Any man knows that it is wise to keep still in that situation, but just before take-off, the light switches off. I'll be d.....! I have to let go and wave my arms to reactivate sensor and light, and this happens a few times before I manage to do what a man needs to do with full visual control. Of course I could have sat down, but you must stand up to a challenge!

Through the quiet alleys we stroll to the Rialto market. Daytime this place is teeming with life, but now everything is quiet. Canal Grande reflects the lights as we walk home to bed.