Butterfly in Venice

Since EG had three day’s work in Venice, he naturally needed my support. I learnt more than I probably needed to know about managing digital archives (though a session on appraising records was very helpful. I will now write a plan of what needs keeping, set a timetable, then select and delete accordingly. The loft will lose some of it boxes-of-paper insulation, but there will be less to deal with in the long run.)

I love Venice.

Canaletto lives.


Walk one minute in any direction off the main drags and you find a cool, empty, grey-green world.

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We got lost in one empty quarter and were rescued by a cheerful elderly lady with a trolley who marched us to the vaporetto stop. She explained that she was a little deaf, yet she chatted, coping well with my stumbling Italian, and at the same time guiding my footsteps round every small obstacle (polythene bag, dog mess, loose flagstone).

And then there is La Fenice opera house. We were able to buy (restricted view) tickets for Madame Butterfly and spent a happy evening peering over people’s shoulders and listening to a terrific production. The humming chorus was sung from the back of the auditorium and during Butterfly’s long night of waiting, after she had left the stage, a backdrop came down leaving Suzuki and the boy asleep in view. Then vast and incredible cosmic fireworks were shown while they orchestra played to match. We knew none of the singers, but all were good.

A city you could visit over an over again and still find something new.

2 thoughts on “Butterfly in Venice

  1. Hi Hilary, reading through your post again reminded me of when we were last in Venice on holiday. We were docked in the port on a cruise ship for two days and on the last day we were out exploring and making the most of the time we had in such a beautiful city. We drifted around the small piazzas and walked along the canal sides until it was time to return to meet our tender to take us back to the ship. My Dad told us afterwards that we were totally lost and he somehow managed with French and very limited Italian to find our way back. On the day we were all oblivious to the problem wanting to dart in and out of the alleyways and generally adding to the problem. It seemed to be a common occurrence because as my Dad obtained directions he seemed to attract several other families who then all followed us through the maze back to Piazza San Marco. It was like a game following the leader. We arrived back with only five minutes to spare before the Ship was due to sail 🙂

    Warmest wishes

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