Hotel La Forcola
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... it made me one very happy girl. Then we headed to the tabacchi down the road to buy our daily city bus and water bus ticket. We were off!
The first thing we did upon arriving to Saint Marks square was going on a Gondola ride. We really lucked out with our Gondolier, he was fantastic. He had been in the business for forty years and has a long and impressive venetian family tree. Along our ride, he was very informative of all of the places we ...
... but a great atmosphere, despite being so touristy.
We had a great meal at a local trattoria recommended by the reception guy as being for the locals and then went down to San Marco Square around 9.30pm which was pretty wet after a big thunderstorm.
Not too many people around and another magic time as there were three older-style bands playing out the front of some of the restaurants. Great music and talented musicians.
I left the market with a filet of San Pietro – a flaky, mild white fish – , a small steak of “palombo,” a large handful of calamari and another handful of fresh shrimp with the shells still on and the most delicious, sweet sundried tomatoes I’ve ever eaten.
Knowing that I wanted to prepare some sort of tomato sauce for the calamari, and also aware of the fact that I was dangerously low on white wine, ...
... the wardrobe. It's a bit much, but still. We walked down to the Rialto bridge and back, which is about a mile away. And I swear, I don't think I've ever seen more vendors with knock-off purses as I've seen here. They're everywhere! 6 of them on one bridge alone. I thought Florence was bad but that was literally nothing compared to here. There are also a lot of flower guys with roses who walk right up and try to shove a rose on you, staying right on you ...
... of darker and smaller alleys than we had already walked through, bringing us to the door of an apartment in an alley that had no name, just off a small canal in the same sestiere of Dorsoduro. We would find out later that Jakobo himself, although a native of Venice, had probably gotten a little lost when leading us to this apartment – because we found that the most direct way from that apartment to his apartment was quite short and easy. Jakobo showed us the ...