Two very good friends of mine from Uni have been hanging out in Venice for a couple of months. This relocation was required for grad program for one and an internship for the other. Being only two hours away from gay Paris, I was therefore required to visit. I didn’t mind escaping this rainy season for a long weekend on the Grande Canal.
No, I did not get in a gondola, even though that was the only thing my mother wanted me to do. This trip was more art history themed, for a had a tour guide who was in the midst of getting her masters in Venetian Renaissance Art History. So, I took advantage -to put it lightly.
The very first thing we did, sipped a hot cappuccino and ingested a fluffy pastry at the bar of a popular cafe in the ghetto. Then once properly fueled, tourist mode kicked in and I started to check off all the major monuments. I was escorted straight to the piazza San Marco. You can see Doge’s Palace, Torre dell’Orologio and the Basilica di San Marco in the one square. Luckily, we made it just before palo alto so nothing was flooded just yet. I think inside the Basilica had to be my favorite of the three.
The four original bronze horse statues from the entrance were on display inside. The statues were actually stolen by Napoleon Bonaparte (that guy to gave himself emperor status in France) and placed on top of the Carousel Arch here in Paris. It was very cool not to see another replica but the actual artwork up close and personal. You can truly feel the soul of each horse by looking in their eyes.
I did not just dwell on the historical and glorious within the city but also the modern and interesting. My second friend in Venice was interning at The Peggy Guggenheim Collection. Thanks to her, I spent an entire afternoon on a private tour through the museum and it’s latest exposition. It is a must see! The art is displayed inPeggy’s house and the eclectic team of interns basically run the place. It was very hip and intriguing.
My four days in Venice were quite busy and went by way too fast as most holidays do. I ate a lot of gelato. I drank a lot of red wine and had the best risotto in my life. I perused through the most beautiful bookshop in the world, went to a house party in the ghetto, and climbed to the top of the Campanile. I can’t wait to go back! Maybe I’ll even get in a gondola next time.