Not much to say about get away day Saturday. It was coldest day we have experienced here, cloudy after about 11 a.m. and not much left to do in Venice before we leave for Florence.
First we washed and dried a load of laundry to clear that up before we get to Florence. While Lynn waited, reading her iPad, I wandered around the neighborhood and explained to two different couples how to get to the Rialto from here. We’re getting to be experienced visitors, if never natives.
After depositing the laundry at the apartment, we walked over the Ponte Rialto ourselves one last time to marvel at the markets and the gawking tourists.
Observation from two weeks of Venice: why exactly do people think they have a right to stop dead in the middle of heavy traffic on a bridge to take their selfies?
The visit to the Rialto’s souvenir booths, actors in the square and stifling crowds was plenty enough quickly enough, so we retreated to our campiello for a last bite of lunch and a beer at Deco, the bar on the ground floor of our building.
We ordered four of their tasty tapas (2 euros each) and two big, cold, refreshing beers, then offered our arriverdercis to the friendly staff with whom we have chatted with many times over the last two weeks of music acts and drinks, starting with our very first night here. As we departed and said “caio,” they responded in perfect English, “good bye and come back to see us again.”
We will.