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Sunday, July 29, 2007

After fudgesicles, what else is there? #44


Oh, I am bone tired. 2.5 more hours. I can do it. I can. I think I can, I think I can...chug chug chug...

Pardon me, I think I lost my mind for a second there!


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After our wonderful dinner in Venice, we stuck to the cafes and pizza stands. We might be fools, but we're smart fools.

Part of the joy of Venice is the crafts. I love GOOD blown glass, and if you stay out of the Murano factories and visit the galleries, you'll see gorgeous glass. Real artisan pieces worthy of the ridiculous prices they command.



But what I love more than glass that you can get in Italy is marbled paper. Now, I took a couple of classes at the Cambridge School for Adult Ed in paper marbleing and I'm fairly good at it. But in Italy you find shops that specialize in this craft, and they make the most spectacular books, boxes, and picture frames. I've made quite a few frames myself, but nothing compared to what they can do with a large factory and the best combs and inks available.



I knew that there was such a shop in in Venice that I had read about, and I was going to find it by hook or by crook.

I've mentioned the map situation. As in, the maps of Venice suck. All of them. They are terrible.
I had the address of the shop. I had 2 maps. I even had directions. It appeared to be within easy walking distance, maybe about a half mile from the Rialto Bridge. So how long did it take to find the shop? Oh, about 3 hours. But I did eventually find it, spent plenty of time and money in there, and lived my dream.



Meanwhile, Dawn was buying masks and cheapo jewelry made of murano glass. Not my taste, but I wasn't going to be displaying or wearing them.


Instead, I bought 3 etchings of Venice sites, my kitchen utensils and kettle, a small piece of glass, and a bunch of paper and picture frames.

And then it was time to go home, back to Boston for me and back to Berkeley for Dawn.

So ends the travel sagas of Margalit and Dawn, told in 40-odd parts. I hope you enjoyed reading these stories.

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