Hey Mambo… Mambo Italiano…
Amy had that song in her head for the whole weekend, which was fitting since we sampled all that is Venice plus some with her friend Christine and her husband Philip. They say the best way to “enjoy” Venice is to just wander the back streets, because since it’s a relatively small island you really can’t get lost… trust me… we tried.
Even in the birthplace of opera, the romanticism of a singing gondolier, the cultural expanse of early Venetian glory, and the charm of its splendid decay, for us… Venice was all about the food. Whether it was just cheese and antipasto in an outdoor café or lunch at a canal side bistro or squid ink pasta in a local ristorante (that tried oh so hard NOT to invite tourists) it was the food and wine (beer for Ray, thankyouverymuch) that stole the show.
Salute…
Amy had that song in her head for the whole weekend, which was fitting since we sampled all that is Venice plus some with her friend Christine and her husband Philip. They say the best way to “enjoy” Venice is to just wander the back streets, because since it’s a relatively small island you really can’t get lost… trust me… we tried.
Even in the birthplace of opera, the romanticism of a singing gondolier, the cultural expanse of early Venetian glory, and the charm of its splendid decay, for us… Venice was all about the food. Whether it was just cheese and antipasto in an outdoor café or lunch at a canal side bistro or squid ink pasta in a local ristorante (that tried oh so hard NOT to invite tourists) it was the food and wine (beer for Ray, thankyouverymuch) that stole the show.
Salute…
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