We're leaving Venice and it was too short of a stay. If not for the horrible crowds, I'd want to stay longer. Today Doug and I went to find the orphanage where Antonio Vivaldi worked for parts of his life while he was composing during the late Baroque period. He was also a priest who taught music to the girls at the eighteenth century orphanage.
On the way to the place where Vivaldi taught, we ran into a crowd coming off a cruise ship and heading into the main part of town. It was like swimming upstream in very choppy water -- so thick with people that it was almost frightening.
Now we're sitting in the VIP deck of a ferry crossing the northern Adriatic to the old Croatian fishing town of Rovinj (pronounced RO - veen).
I've been taking photos of the food we're eating, but they were on my camera and couldn't be transferred. So here are two plates from our lunch in Venice. I had a delicious pesto pasta and Marty ordered the McDonalds pizza so we could see what it was and if it was good. He assures us it was good. And yes, it has french fries on it.
No comments:
Post a Comment