An Italian friend of Alan’s told him to “follow the Venetians like a ghost” (an interesting saying as Venetians are reputedly the only Italians who indulge in ghost stories). Since you have two choices of travel in
Venice: by boat or by foot (no cars or bicycles are allowed in the city) – we lace up our shoes and hit the back alleys and streets. Thankfully we lose the tourist crowds within a few blocks of
Piazzo San Marco and our feet seem to have a new power, a surge of energy for once not drained by being watchful of sharing public space with the car.
Climbing the steps of the dramatic stone
Rialto Bridge we cross into the
Santa Croce district to find the outdoor market in hopes of satisfying our craving for fresh fruits and vegetables after the sausages, salami, bread and cheeses of
Budapest. We are early enough to
watch the boats off-loading crates of brilliantly colored peppers, tomatoes and seasonal squashes. Making purchases of tender, peppery rucola (arugula), plump cherry tomatoes, crisp red and yellow peppers, nectarines and pears we then wander over to the fish market.
An Italian friend of Alan’s told him to “follow the Venetians like a ghost” (an interesting saying as Venetians are reputedly the only Italians who indulge in ghost stories). Since you have two choices of travel in Venice: by boat or by foot (no cars or bicycles are allowed in the city) – we lace up our shoes and hit the back alleys and streets. Thankfully we lose the tourist crowds within a few blocks of Piazzo San Marco and our feet seem to have a new power, a surge of energy for once not drained by being watchful of sharing public space with the car.
Climbing the steps of the dramatic stone Rialto Bridge we cross into the Santa Croce district to find the outdoor market in hopes of satisfying our craving for fresh fruits and vegetables after the sausages, salami, bread and cheeses of Budapest. We are early enough to
watch the boats off-loading crates of brilliantly colored peppers, tomatoes and seasonal squashes. Making purchases of tender, peppery rucola (arugula), plump cherry tomatoes, crisp red and yellow peppers, nectarines and pears we then wander over to the fish market.
Right then and there I decide I only want to eat fresh fruits, vegetables and seafood while in Venice.
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