Email from Karen said they had fog at St. Elena, two vaporetto stops away from me this morning. I looked out and saw sun and blue skies. That was this morning. I should have known something was up when I stepped out the door and could see my breath at 1pm ish. Had a late start thanks to that 10pm cappuccino last night.
Imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find the Arsenale vaporetto stop:
I didn’t need it but I do like it to be there just in case.
Wait, what’s this? A UFO on the Via Garibaldi?
No, it’s just the seasonal assemblage of Luna Park…a kiddie playland.
And yes, every piece including the trucks come in by boat and barge. Sorry, no pics as I wasn’t there to see that part. And they did it in the fog.
Pretty quiet on the Via Garibaldi this afternoon.
I meandered back home to enjoy my book and relax until time for my concert this evening.
About 6:30 my doorbell rang (yes, I have a doorbell in Venice) and this was delivered.
Grazie mille to Guido (Guy) and Agata.
Time for my concert had arrived. While standing in what passes for a queue in Italy (mad crush outside the door) I realized that I was probably the only non local there. As in I don’t live here permanently and my primary language is English. They were all friends and family members of the group performing. Vocal Skyline. Think Glee, with an Italian accent and without the dancing.
While sitting inside waiting I was able to take some pictures…other people were and nobody told me not to.
And then it was time for the concert. Lots of speaking from the podium in very rapid Italian. I didn’t understand a thing. I had already had to admit to the man sitting next to me that I did not have enough Italian to hold a conversation.
There were several times someone spoke from the podium and about the middle of the concert I did understand three words. Yvonne would be proud: Leonard Cohen Hallelujah. Yes, they sang that, they also covered Bing Crosby in a very swinging rendition of White Christmas, Cold Play, Dionne Warwick, they sang 99% in English. And then they were singing a song I remembered from last year. On a Sunday evening I had as usual thrown open the window at 6pm to listen to the bells. That particular evening the bells were playing a tune…okay probably not the regular bells…I think it’s called a clarion where they either have a person playing or they program music and it is played by bells. It was a familiar song that I remembered singing in church as a child…Catholic school girl here. (I know, that explains a lot). It was Salve Regina. And they sang the first few verses straight and then they rocked the house! Wow!
Here, yes, I took pictures during the concert with the camera held over my head. I’m sure there are some grandmothers who would pay good money for these.
Ladies, I know what you want and he’s in a lot of my pictures because I had to look between two heads and he was in the center of my actual line of vision and he was so cute (from a grandmotherly perspective) and having such a good time.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better they brought the tone down and were humming softly. A voice came from above. We couldn’t see her because she was behind the grill work like the girls were in the time of Vivaldi when the listeners were not allowed to see the young women.
And I cried because I was sitting in Santa Maria Della Pieta on my birthday in the City of My Dreams and I heard an angel sing.