It is not every day that The Guardian writes a holiday review for Hugo and Lola
But as I sit enjoying an early morning coffee on the Grand Canal of Venice . A watery motorway of much beauty. I can read a proper writer’s opinion of a place that was home for many years. And the location of so many Pandemic Ponderings, the forerunner of theoldmortuary ponders. So as I set off for another day of wandering aimlessly please enjoy the landscape that is currently exhausting the dogs.
We arrived in Venice by train this evening the sun was just about to set.
We decided to quickly walk to our hotel and then set out for an evening of Flânerie, a Venetian tradition of aimlessly walking about.
We were aimless because the trattoria that was recommended to us was closed, so our first night plan had flittered away.
Being a flâneur is a serious business in Venice, there are bridges to be found and a million things to look at. After 3 or 4 hours of flaneuring our feet were exhausted and our bellies were still empty. Time to retrace our steps to an Osterie that attracted us because of what it didn’t sell.
It was also opposite a gorgeous green door.
And as it turned out, they sold some pretty amazing seafood.
The Finest of Food for Feeding Footsore Flâneurs.
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