Posted by: jeanne | January 23, 2017

short local jaunts

let’s see if i remember what we did yesterday; nope, not without pictures…ok, we started out after breakfast, to go to the rialto market and check out whether fish have teeth. it seems most of our journeys out are precipitated by connor.

but first, the laundry. a modern washer, but old fashioned drying lines. i love them.

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an amazing half-church nativity scene with moving figures etc

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after a wander past various sights already photographed and needing to be reshot because of the different light, we crossed the rialto bridge on a side-quest.

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check out these glass figures, so real. courtesy of http://www.glasshandmade.com

we wanted to get jim a pair of woolen house shoes, felted wool that he could wear on the cold floors.

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at home he wears shoes, but he didn’t fuss when i suggested we get him a pair of felt slippers (a first, usually he’s rather stodgy about wearing the same old same old – i haven’t been able to talk him into getting a new belt yet, despite the fact that his ‘leather’ belt from home turns out to be plastic covered fabric, and is already falling apart). when we walked into the store and i started trying to think of how to say felt house shoes (try scarpe, dummy), the lady asked what language we’d like to use. connor hadn’t yet spoken up, and one look at jim is enough to confuse anybody. he does not look like an american, with his long beard, his french beret, and his italian-tied scarf. he gets stared at in the streets because he’s such a character, and when we were in rialto market he was stopped by a tourist for a photo. so the lady in the shop didn’t know how to address us and had to ask. how amusing.

we got shoes for grandpa, and then it was back over the bridge to go the short distance to the fish market by a different way, something we try to do whenever possible. this time we went out by the grand canal, finding things to take pictures of at every corner. as usual.

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then we went the rounds of the few fish stalls (nothing like there was last time, when there were dozens of fish stalls set up), looking for fish with teeth. there were damned few fish with teeth. the smaller fish don’t seem to need them, and of the larger ones, several whose names i don’t know don’t have teeth at all, just gaping maws. but we found a small fish with tiny teeth, and a large one with slightly smaller teeth. nothing like the teeth in my imagination. the tourist who stopped jim to take his picture listened politely while connor told him he was looking for fish teeth, and shrugged his lack of facility with english, but when i said pesce con dente he laughed and laughed, patted connor on the head, and moved off.

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we ended up getting a pound of very large shrimp (gambero (from argentina!!!)) and a filetted pesca san pietro (john dory) that we brought home and stuck in the fridge. we’d brought a shopping bag with us, so jim got to carry the shoes, the fish, some zucchine, two kinds of fritelle (it was saturday and many shops are closed on sunday). and then we stopped at the conad grocery and got goat milk and regular milk, and a brick of polenta.

then home and i got a successful nap in after lunch, and jim came along right behind me and got his nap while i painted and tended connor. jim is now on his third drawing, and i’ve put aside mine of the building opposite (too finicky) and started on a small painting on clayboard of the balustrade of the palazzo next to us, an apparently art deco thing of great simplicity.

after that we wandered in the evening, but only up to the confluence of our rio with one (or three) other rii, and came home as it was getting dark. pesce con polenta for dinner.

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this morning we woke to discover that the heat had gone off during the night. the blinking light said to press the reset button, so i did, and the radiators started heating again, so i contacted the agents, who are now getting in touch with the owners to see if a visit from the gas repair guy is in order. the owners live in california, so it’ll be awhile before they’re out of bed, and tomorrow at the very earliest (it’s sunday today) before someone can come by. we can wait. as long as we have heat, we’ll be fine. stinky, but fine.

today after breakfast we went out for another short jaunt, and took 300+ photos just wandering around.

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connor got into a snit at some point (he always does) and declared that we didn’t want him anymore, and ran off to hide.

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so i got a bunch of photos of him sulking and hiding, and then we found a campo with some dogs in it, and he forgot all about being ugly.

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the dogs were more interested in playing with each other than chasing their ball, but that didn’t stop connor from running to get the ball himself and throwing it hopefully past them. and of course he bitched and moaned when it was time to move on.

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but we’d stood in the campo so long that my feet were cold, and i wanted to come home for lunch.

as soon as the boys finish eating, we’re going to go off on the vaporetto to sant’elena, where we lived last time we were in venice, so that he can go play on the playground with half the kids in venice.

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he should enjoy it, and should also pitch a fit when it’s time to go home.

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and in fact he did enjoy it – three separate playgrounds – and in fact he did pitch a fit. but we don’t mind, because tomorrow we’re going to go to a museum, and pay him back.

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