And Still More of Venice Day 11: Fun in Burano!


We met in a restaurant and exchanged stories and contact info!

Self met these two young women in a restaurant and exchanged stories and contact info.

See, self was hoping the constant moving about would help her lose weight, but she can never lose weight —  not, at any rate, in Venice and environs —  because the food is just too good!  The two young women with self are from China.  They both went to France to study (what else?) French and were in Venice on holiday.  One of the girls spoke very good English; she told self her father was a university professor in Beijing.

Here's the dish both self's new friends ordered:  pasta in squid ink!  The girls said it was delicious!

Here’s the dish both self’s new friends ordered: pasta in squid ink! The girls said it was delicious!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.


La Serenissima! Venice, Day 11

The Sweet Shop Around the Corner

The Sweet Shop Around the Corner

Today self thought that she should probably start thinking of things to bring home from Venice.  She went into this bakeshop only a five-minute walk from the apartment, and the young salesgirl very eagerly informed self that they have gluten-free products!  How fab!  That is sure to be a big selling point with American tourists!


And here’s a picture of a gondola stand, which is one of those that are lined up all along the lagoon in front of San Marco Square.


And here’s what everyone is doing in San Marco Square.  This Chinese guy, by the way, actually refused when self approached him to ask if he could take her picture!  Go figure!  He and his wife almost ran from self, as if she was the bearer of some infectious disease!  Self should have told them that the reason her face was so red was that she had spent all day exploring the islands of Burano and Torcello!

Filipinos in San Marco Squar!

Filipinos in San Marco Square!

And these were the first Filipinos self has had an opportunity to converse with, since arriving in Venice!  She heard them talking about her, using the term “Inchik” (Chinaman/or Chinawoman).  So she went right up to them and said, “I am not Inchik!  I’m Filipino!”  Then self invited them to have dinner with her.  True to the pattern of the day, they refused.  But not before self was able to worm out of them that they were domestic workers from Milan who’d gone to Venice for the day.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Iain Kelly

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