The Day to Pay

The Symphony last night was lovely – rather the String Quartet decked out in authentic 19th Century garb.  I was able to sneak a few pictures during the performance, so you can check them out too).  The music was lovely and when the concert was over I strolled over to St. Mark’s Plaza where I found other musicians playing classical music.  It was a nice crisp autumn evening in Venice, so I stayed out and enjoyed the elegance of the area until I got too chilly and had to walk back to my hotel.
My plan for the day today, then, was to visit Peggy Guggenheim’s home in Venice and the Castle Rezzonico in the morning and hang out in St.Mark’s Plaza for the remainder of the afternoon.  Unfortunately, I spent a bulk of the morning zipping around the city in an effort to find the Guggenheim Collection, only to get lost no less than a dozen times in this confounded city.  Just as a side note, don’t ever use Google Maps when you want to find your way around Venice – it has now failed me three different times on where the correct location of a building was, so I broke down and bought a map from the local tourist office here.  I think they must be in cahoots with Google to make a profit – it is the only city I have been to so far that charges tourists for maps.
This started off my day of paying too much for crap and rarely finding anything that I wanted to see.  I finally gave up and went to St. Mark’s Plaza first, then the Guggenheim after.  As expected, St. Mark’s Plaza was ridiculously busy which was quiet a change from the peaceful walk around the plaza I had last night.  The longer I stay in Italy, the more I start to behave like the locals.  I cut in line to view St. Mark’s church, ran over no less than 4 small children as I buzzed through the crowds this morning and yelled and three couples for getting in everyone’s way when they stopped to window shop at Porto Rialto.
I was in and out of the church in about 15 minutes.  It was big, had lots of gold and is as
ridiculously over done with opulence as all of the other Catholic churches here.  The only difference between St. Mark’s and the other hundreds churches I have seen in the past two months is that this one might indeed float away……
Hey Italy….here is a thought…..maybe you need to demand that the churches step up and give 20% of their income back to the community – it might solve the country’s debt crisis (and Greece’s too!)   Oh, and don’t forget to make them feel reeeeallly guilty if they don’t believe they should contribute their life-savings to the cause (by the looks of things they have some change they can spare anyway)!
Next stop on the itinerary….Palazzo Ducale.  But, when I found out that it was 24-euros to
see the place, I opted out.  When you have seen one castle, or twelve, you have pretty  much seen them all.  Plus, I was still planning on viewing the Castello Rezzonico this afternoon, which the locals had recommended over the Ducale, anyway.   It was now half past 1pm and I was over the Piazza San Marco, so I ventured over to purchase a one-way ticket for the boat ride along the Grand Canal later this evening (I took the boat, not a gondola – because that would just suck to do something so romantic on your own…really).  I thought it wise to have my ticket in-hand, so that I need not worry about having exact change for the machine after I spend all of my mula on museums today.  I tucked the ticket in my pocket and walked across the canal, for the 7th time today, to the Guggenheim (withOUT getting lost, thanks to my new map).
Peggy Guggenheim was one bad ass mamma jamma, I must say.  She had quite the collection of work from amazing modern artists from all over the world – pieces not just one piece from Picasso, Chagall, Salvador Dali, and hundreds more.  I have never liked contemporary art, but have certainly found a new appreciation for it since it has been refreshing to view amongst the thousands of sacred pieces of artwork I have seen.  I did have an epiphany as I was perusing her collection – it is the f***ing French who always touch the artwork!  This came to me as I observed several different people reach out and TOUCH many of the pieces in the Guggenheim and then I listened in as they spoke – 100% of them were French!  Why must they do this?  Even after the security guard scolded one guy for LEANING on the dining room table, I went out to the sculpture garden and found the dipshit sitting on one of the sculpture – I know it is a chair and all dude, but seriously???
By this time, it was close to 4pm.  I had one more stop on my schedule, but I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.  I decided that I could fit the Castello Rezzonico in before I ate, then I would have an early dinner before jumping on a train tonight.  Big mistake because we already know that when I get hungry, I get pissy.  Not only do I get pissy, but the longer I wait to eat the greater the risk for me passing out due to low blood sugar.  Upon leaving the Castello – I didn’t feel so well, so I raced over to the boarding area for the boat, but I could not locate my ticket anywhere.  I wasted time retracing my steps, but it was getting to the point that I couldn’t see straight, so I opted to go back to the boat stop and just beg the captain to allow me on board.  I had the receipt, but no ticket.  Fortunately, you are
allowed to get on the boat without a ticket, I just had to buy another one – ugh.  Whatever, I just needed to get to a restaurant and eat.  This did not seem to stop me from snapping a bunch of pictures and a video during my ride up the canal, however!
As we docked, I was the first person to jump off and headed straight to the first ristaurante I saw and ordered Fettuccine Alfredo to the tune of 23-euros and it wasn’t even good!  However, I finished it because I needed to eat, but Venice is 2-for-2 on crappy meals – this is not a good record to have in Italy.  It was also 3-for-3 of me overpaying for things and the night wasn’t over.  I still had to get on a train (as I have opted to go back to Florence where the food is delightful and the people are charming).  Second class seating was sold out, so I got stuck paying for first-class next to an older woman who smelled like piss (again, she was French!)  The French have now officially struck out today, as have I.  I am going to drink as much free champagne as they let me have to make up for the difference in 1st and 2nd class fares and hopefully pass out so that I don’t have to talk to Ms. Pee-Pants any longer.  I am officially an a-hole, but at least someone in Venice loves me.
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The Sinking City

I woke up this morning feeling a bit more rested and content to complete the remainder of my journey.  I am sure you can tell I am getting tired because a.) I keep bitching about it and b.) I am posting less frequently due to Ms. Poopy Pants Writer’s Block.  Due to my travel exhaustion, I was contemplating skipping Venice but opted to book a hotel and get on a train this morning headed for the sinking island, so that I could see it before it is gone.  According to the BBC, both the rate at which the city is sinking combined with the threat of rising sea levels, due to climate change (suck it Republicans, it is real), Venice was impacted by an 11-inch shift over the past century.  This has caused Venice to flood ever more frequently – 100 floods in the past year alone!  I know I often take pictures that display a crooked horizon, but in this case, it is the buildings that are offset, due to the shift in the terrain, not my inability to line up the camera with the ground!

 

I was amazed to see the number of tourists still tromping all over the marshy island, despite the fact that it is getting to be close to the winter season, and also another reason why Venice is sinking.  Of course, the weather is absolutely beautiful and Venice the giant tourist trap of Italy, so I got hit with a double whammy.  Every calle, via, fondamenta, and porto are jam-packed with tourists who do not know how to walk with any sense of direction or purpose.  They meander, and then stop whenever they get the urge to look at
something causing a huge traffic jam.  (I think my idea of meandering and their idea of meandering are much different.)  I kept wondering why there were so many people stretched from one side of the road to the other, and then after a half a day, it finally dawned on me “There are no cars in Venice!”  Duh – big red truck.  Now I can reside to the fact that I will be walking in a herd of sheep for the rest of my time here.
It is actually a benefit that I am forced to slow down my pace (when I try to look at the positive side of things) because it helps me conserve energy and also keeps me focused on which street I need to take in order to reach my destination.  Venice is an utterly confusing city as it was laid out by someone who was drunk on wine, while smoking fettuccine and shooting Bolognese sauce at the time (and quite possibly high on paint fumes as well).  The “10-minute walk from the train station to the hotel” took more like 45 because
I missed the sign for the damn alleyway (granted the fact the sign for the alley was 50-meters down from the corner).  Signage overall is poor here – you really are challenged to pay close attention, or you might miss the tiny indication that you needed to take this
turn instead of the next one or you will find yourself in the middle of a canal.
    
Once I got myself checked in, I then ventured out into the city to the Gallerie dell Academia. Part of the reason that I travelled to Venice was to view the Vitruvian Man by Da Vinci.  I remembered reading, at the Last Supper, that the drawing was housed here in the Sinking City.  What I did not read was the fact that they only bring the drawing out of the morgue occasionally for viewing.  Thus, it was not on display (nor do they have a schedule of when it would be on display) so they effed me out of 6.50€ to see about 20 more Madonna con il bambimo artwork.  (Knowing Italians, I am sure this was their plan all along).  Even though, there was grand and darkly religious artwork displayed by masters like Rinaldi, Bellini and Vecchio, the only piece I found remotely intriguing was a painting by Valentin de Boulogne entitled Martirio di San Bartolomeo completed in the early 16th century.  It depicts a man cutting a piece of flesh from Bartolomeo’s thigh, which I could not take my eyes off of.  Obviously, I am feeling more violent in my exhausted state and more impatient – it took me just 45 minutes to view the entire museum.  (I came to view one particular piece of artwork, it wasn’t there, so I didn’t really care about the rest – I am going to be brutally honest…..shocker).  Obviously, it is time for my afternoon nap.
Unfortunately, I used up my naptime trying to find my way back to my hotel, thus, I had little time to change and head back out to locate dinner and the theatre because I had tickets to the Symphony!  To be correct, I had bought tickets that afternoon, along my route to nowhere, to attend a string quartet performance of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, complete with 19th Century costumes and all.  Since the performance did not begin until 9pm, I opted for Viennese Pizza at a nearby restaurant, which was basically sliced hot dogs served on top of cheese pizza.  I am not sure how much more awesome you can get really.  Then again, I was probably just famished from an afternoon of gallivanting across Venice.  Regardless, I find it interesting that I have figured out how to order wine in Italian, but not ask for directions…..peculiar, really…