I'll have LOADS to tell you about Venice tomorrow (Carnevale, our amazing Palazzo of a hotel, the MARKETS, my new love affair with artichokes in every form, our nostalgic trip to the Peggy Guggenheim Collection (guess who used to be an art historian?).
Right now I'm dropping. We got up early, went out in the rain, arrived at the vaporetto (water bus) stop in time to hit a STRIKE, walked half an hour in an evil downpour UP and DOWN the steps of bridges, John lugging all the baggage...
Home to mountains of laundry as everything got soaked through the luggage, believe it or not! Four loads so far and I've been home only five hours. A gorgeous supper of grilled beef fillets, red pepper soup with creme fraiche and a warm salad of cannellini beans with Parmesan (brought back in the soaked suitcases!) chilli oil, fresh breadcrumbs and rocket.
Tomorrow we drive Avery to the train station for her first journey alone (one stop and change of platform!) to visit a friend in the country. I'm getting perilously relaxed about this sort of thing. But I'll have time to blog. And I'll leave you with this image: Brangelina, handing their kids one by one out of a water taxi, right before our very eyes. I hate to say it: I was a bit starstruck.
But even more impressive... those ARTICHOKES...
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