Friday, July 14, 2006

at the house where titian was born

while we were in this house, in pieve de cadore, about three miles up the hill from calalzo, a young red haired woman was speaking to her red-haired sons in gaelic

their father was a wood carver taking part in a carving festival at Auronzo de Cadore, farther up the valley beyond the railhead

he said it was a competition to see who could carve the best piece in five or six days


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light and shade

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in the window of a bar where divers meet

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as poised as gondoliers

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a distant view of salute from schiavoni

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salute from an early waterbus

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the interior of salute ... too grand to photograph adequately

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white

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black masks

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even if it isn't the smartest hotel in town ...

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... as long as the towels are comfy ...

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... and our room has a brilliant view ...

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... and the window ledge fits my bum very nicely

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the fishmonger's balcony

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the gate to the arsenale

there's a bar/restaurant by the gate and this is the view from the corner table

they do a lemon sorbet in the shell of a lemon with a lump of dark chocolate on the top ... but don't tell anyone i told you !

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an early arrival in the bascino

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vices ? in venice ?

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the astrological clock in san marco

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the campanile gates in the piazza san marco

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you never really notice the campanile gates ...

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'cos the campanile gates are almost always open

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salviati

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divieto de affissione

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i should have been a vicar

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isn't that venetian red ?

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