Odds and ends about Venice...
VOGALONGA RACE... This past Sunday was held a long boat race (oars only): S Marco-around Burano - down the Grand Canal to S Marco. Not really a race, a sort of fun endurance contest, although there is a race component for the very serious boaters. Gets many locals (Venetians and terra firma), but also Italian, English, American, and other rowing enthusiasts. Some boats have 20 rowers, but also there are kayaks. Some sensible rowers stop and have lunch in Burano before continuing. Get the idea? Here's a boat going by our house in Venice.
NO PIC-NIC... Last month the City Council passed an ordinance prohibiting eating and drinking in St Mark's Square except at the 3 cafes (Lavena, Florian's, and Quaddri's). The reason was that hordes of tourists (mainly day-tripping Italians who bring their lunches with them, but also foreigners who buy take-away food) look on any public place as a picnic ground. Besides the litter it causes, it also blocks crowd movement as tourists sit on any available stair or open surface. The city hired six "policemen of decorum" who are to enforce this. Ahem.
A few days ago I was in S Mark's Square and the area called the Piazzetta dei Leoncini, adjacent to the Basilica, was covered with "diners". I saw no police on patrol whisking away paninis and coke bottles, and no summons issued. Just when you thought, aha, action...nope. In fact, debate at city hall is continuing, gnawing, as it were, at the problem of what constitutes eating and drinking...a swig of a plastic bottle? A candy bar? A throat lozenge? A tablecloth? It's the Venetian way, nothing happens. We see it daily with the African bag sellers who purvey counterfeit (illegal) products and who seriously (illegally) block the streets, often in the spaces in front of the very shops which sell the legitimately licensed merchandise. Venice refuses to arrest or even chase them, some say, for fear of being accused of racism(!). Although it's not approaching Glastonbury proportions, the St Mark's Picnic Ground (Leoncini) and the St Mark's Bazaar (Calle Marzo XXII) are thriving. "Hey, who's got the pepperoni?" or "Hey, Baby, wanna buy a bag?"
CHOCOHOLICS ALERT...
There is a newish (8 mos?) chocolatier in town called Visio Virtu (Vice and Virtue).It is on the calle perpendicular to the calle leading to/from the S Toma vaporetto stop. While I do not have the affliction of chocoholicism, I must admit their stuff is exquisite. All kinds of chocolate including pepperoncini chocolate for hot heads. There's thick hot chocolate to drink but also thick cold chocolate to drink (and not chocolate milk), an unusual thirst quencher, I guess for fanatics. Art lovers may appreciate their chocolate sculptures which are far superior to anything at the Palazzo Grassi (Pinault) or the Guggenheim. People at Visio Virtu are sweet, too.
GRAVE EVENTS...There are 20 regions in Italy, similar to states in the USA. Venice is situated in the region called The Veneto. In fact, its headquarters is in Venice on the Grand Canal. The Veneto, because of its industry and the solid work habits of the northern Italians, is one of the richest and most
productive and prosperous. Last week, apparently, the Regional Council of the Veneto, late at night, voted themselves a new benefit: €15,000 of funeral expenses. "I don't think it's outrageous for Councilors to have their funerals paid for, as recognition for 10 or 15 years of public service," said Veneto regional council president Marino Finozzi. But now that it hit the papers, other councilars are trying to dig themselves out of the hole. That's a funeral gondola in the pic.
BEST STANDUP BREAKFAST in Venice is at Tonolo on the corner of the Crosera and Calle S Pantalon in
Dorsoduro between the Frari and Campo S Pantalon. The people there are the friendliest and most efficient in Venice. Too many superlatives? Go to the back and, although it may be crowded, the blond woman making the best cappuccino in town will notice you and ask you what you'd like. Like most bars there will be a pastry, but Tonolo has a very wide, freshly baked selection, including sfoglia di mela, an apple thing in a flaky pastry, my favourite. Not enough superlatives.

