It was a long wait, and a long walk, to reach the water taxi. I remember a mom and her daughter or possibly granddaughter interacting in the lineup behind us. The mom was so patient and witty, the daughter so daring in her climbing on things and running about. We couldn’t see much of the outside world through our trip to the hotel without standing up and trying to peer through the windows. This is because these boats have to be very low to negotiate the Venetian bridges.
A view of the Grand Canal from the Accademia bridge.
Barbara was our concierge at the hotel Palazzo Sant’Angelo, which is right on the Grand Canal. I believe Barbara is originally from England, though much Venetian speech sounds English to my ears. I didn’t think to ask her. I don’t ask enough questions on vacation. The hotel is part of the SINA chain of Italian hotels, also part of a network called, I think, “Small Luxury Hotels”, though I don’t know how they qualify to be ‘small’ or ‘luxury’, or even ‘hotel’.
The walls of the dining room were upholstered, not wallpapered. The Muzak was all bebop: Clifford Brown, Modern Jazz Quartet, Sarah Vaughan’s “Lullaby of Birdland”, “Laura”, “Blue Moo”n.