There was a bit of commotion outside my window this morning.
As I watched I realized he was moving his boat so that this much larger boat could pass…note: the water was pretty high so getting under the bridge was a tight squeeze.
Then he rowed his red boat(note: it matches his pants) back and seemed to take tools into the house across the canal…climbing over the other boat to do it.
While waiting for the vaporetto to take me to Rialto Mercato I struck up a conversation with a woman and her little dog. The senora spoke no English but with my broken Italian I discovered the dog’s name is Peggy and I think she said Peggy was 17 years old….maybe not…numbers beyond 10 are not my strong suit. Peggy was cute in her little red “hoodie” as we call them in the States. I met up with them again later and got a picture.
But first another blue sky day.
On to the Mercato where I got clementine, mele and…unfortunately did not know the word for broccoli (wouldn’t you think that is Italian? It’s not) but managed to point and get it. Wandered around and took some fish pictures. I may go back and get some “salmone” later. It looked really good.
And here’s Peggy!
And another canine friend…”I am not baggage but it beats getting stepped on”.
Wait! Wasn’t that my stop?
Aren’t they a lovely couple? So romantic with their heads together bent over their individual (not so ) Smart Phones.
Fur coats are out in full force. I have mine with me but it’s still way too warm to wear it for me. Later, you’ll see me in mine later.
Here’s one and she also has a fur purse:
I love these boots. They just sparkled and flashed as though she had some kind of battery pack but it was just the sun. And my camera didn’t like it….probably needed to be on the fireworks setting.
Candy Canes? No, they’re this color all year round.
I think I mentioned that marine paint sale on shades of purple the other day:
And now to Piazza San Marco where it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas (with a nod to Yvonne who gave me a heads up or I would not have gotten these great shots of my favorite lions):
Hey, you, yes, you in the funny orange pants…do you think my butt’s a coat rack?
At least it’s not a tourist trying to ride me.
Meandering back along the Piazza I decided to go ahead and take the plunge and pay too much for cappuccino. Blame it on the noon bells…they just went to my head.
The green stuff in the cornetto is pistachio cream. Yum!
It was worth every cent of the 14 Euros because there I was; sitting in the sun watching the world pass by in the greatest drawing room in the City of My Dreams.