Saturday, November 1, 2008

Fifteen Years and One Day


When I first visited Venice with my father back in 1989, I was enraptured by the city and vowed someday I would someday return with the man I loved. Thursday was Joe’s and my fifteenth wedding anniversary and we got to spend a glorious, sunny day in lovely Venice.

Of course, when we arrived from Rome Wednesday afternoon, the sun was not shining at all as we had brought the rainy weather with us. Luckily, the walk from the train station to our hotel was a short one. We arrived, mildly wet and bedraggled, at the front desk of the Hotel Principe. I had found the Principe online, once again through booking.com, and splurged on a room with a canal view in honor of our anniversary. It was worth every penny. Our jaws dropped when we saw our accommodations and we ran madly around the room taking pictures and videos.
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The balcony, though wet, was immediately toasted with the remains of a bottle we brought from the train.


After Rome, a mild drizzle was nothing to us and so we ventured forth to explore our neighborhood, the Cannareggio district. Despite the weather, vendors were out hawking the usual cheap souvenirs, plastic statues of David were now replaced with Carnevale masks and Murano glass.

As always, we stocked up on fresh veggies, salume (duck proscuitto, oh boy!)

and wine. Lots of wine.

We crossed the Canal Cannaregio and to my left I spotted the Hotel Biasin where Dad and I had stayed all those years ago. The Biasin looked as though it had seen better days and I suspected it was hanging onto its remaining star by a slender thread.

As I looked on, the chandelier was briefly illuminated in the room where we had stayed and for a moment the old girl looked grand once again. My throat got tight and I turned away. Joe and I held hands and continued our walk.

Avoiding the main streets and the restaurants offering “tourist menus”, we scoped the side streets and alleyways for some restaurant possibilities for the evening. We came up on a small place, Taverna Ciardi, and noted what looked like graffiti on the front door. Upon closer inspection, we discovered handwritten messages from various diners, extolling the culinary virtues of Taverna Ciardi and its kitchen. We made note of the location and decided to check it out later.

We came back to the hotel and prepared our usual low-cholesterol afternoon meal. The drizzle had stopped so we ventured out on our balcony.

A couple on the adjoining balcony were also enjoying the late afternoon view and, after introducing ourselves, we made friends with Charlie and Anita from Shrewsbury, MA. They had just got off a cruise ship the day before and decided to spend one more day in Venice before heading back to the States. We shared some fruit and chatter for a while and then went back in for a nap.

That night we returned to the Taverna Giardi and were waited on/entertained/fed by its owner/waitperson/chef de cuisine, Guilio. Guilio spoke perfect English (and French) and kept us enthralled with his stories and his food. I had a spicy Venetian variation on pasta e fagioli

while Joe had spaghetti with assorted shellfish. Yum.

We had a carafe of local wine, of course (there was a nearby store that had casks of wine – you just went in with an empty bottle for a filler-up),

and for a dessert a tiramasu with a layer of amaretto floating on top.

Delicious. Guilio invited us to return for our anniversary dinner on Thursday – the chef would whip up a special just for us – but we remained non-committal. As wonderful as our dinner had been, we wanted to explore other options closer to St Mark’s where we could “hop on” a gondola for a romantic and obscenely priced ride. We bid Guilio and his friendly staff goodbye and went back to our hotel to crash.

The next day….SUNSHINE! Woo-freaking-hoo!! After a hearty breakfast in the hotel dining room,

we headed for the nearest vaporetto (water bus) stop to buy a day pass and head to St Mark’s. Along the way, we snapped pictures of a Venice in what seemed to be a constant state of repair.

Scaffolding covered many buildings and we heard the constant whine of saws and electrical tools. The city has been slowly sinking for years and many sections had been abandoned completely as the rising water made it uninhabitable.

Now it seemed Venetians were being proactive and working to preserve a city which depended on the tourist trade for its livelihood.

We docked at St Mark’s and rounded the corner into the square only to find most of it impassable. As is always the case this time of year, St Mark’s Square was flooded


and a system of wooden walkways cris-crossed the plaza ferrying the hordes of tourists from point A (Doge’s Palace)

to point B (St Mark’s Basilica).

We stood in the middle of the square and watched the multitudes shuffle by. So much for my theory that Venice would be slow this time of year. There seemed to be plenty of Americans about taking advantage of the strengthening dollar overseas and ignoring the dire financial news back home. We sat for a bit at a café and ordered a ridiculously expensive cup of coffee and enjoyed the ambience.

A couple from Marina Del Rey sat next to us and we exchanged snapshots.

After paying the bill (holy sh*t),

we walked away from the square and into the high-end retail district. I window-shopped (couldn’t even afford to step in a store, never mind buy anything) while Joe snapped away. We found the little restaurant recommended by our friends Rob and Jane in Vermont and put it on our list of possibilities for the evening. Walking further, we came upon a small square and the stately Hotel Bonvecchiati with its lovely terrace restaurant. It seemed like the ideal spot for a romantic anniversary dinner and we put it at the top of our list.


The afternoon sunshine convinced us we should take advantage of our hotel balcony


and so we returned to the Principe to lunch in private.

We had some wine with lunch.

More cheese and more wine. There was definitely more than one bottle.

The sunset over the canal was spectacular and even in our slightly sodden state we managed to get off some pretty good shots.

Eventually we decided a nap (ie “sobering up”) was in order before dinner that night so we pulled the curtains and laid down for a nap. Joe set his alarm for 8 pm and we zonked out. Joe awoke first and checked his phone – the alarm never went off. It was now almost 10 pm and the restaurants (including the Bonnevecchia) were closing. Our prospects for a post-dinner gondola ride were fading. Dressing as quickly as possible, we scooted over to Taverna Ciardi to see if Guilio would let us in. Of course!

They were serving until midnight. Pleased to see us again for such an important occasion, Guilio brought us a complimentary bottle of wine and some suggestions for dinner. We put ourselves in his hands and let him and the chef choose our dinner.

First, he brought us a primo platti of spaghetti with mussels flavored with saffron

and a spaghetti con vongoli with the tiniest, sweetest clams imaginable.
Finger licking good.


For the secondi, we had a fritto misto of clams, mussels, calamari, sardines, shrimp and vegetables.

The misto was fried in palm oil, which gave it a lighter and slightly exotic taste. Yum. For dessert, we had our tiramisu with amaretto once again along with a taste of a homemade chocolate liqueur made with grappa. Yowsa.

I think there was another bottle of wine in there as well. Guilio sat down to join us as it was now late and we were his only customers. We talked and laughed and drank.
(I recreated my reaction earlier when Joe's cell phone failed to wake us)

Joe blessed the restaurant and offered communion.
Finally, I got up to visit the WC and saw the chef and barman patiently waiting to close up so I began to prod Joe along. He and Guilio were having a grand old time but I finally got us all moving and we headed for the door. One last picture of the Ciardi staff was taken

and Joe and I added our own tribute to the messages on the front door. Joe and I agreed it was a wonderful evening and we could not have asked to find a better place to celebrate fifteen years of marriage.

Guilio looked at his watch, noted the time and said “Fifteen years and one day!”

We walked back to the hotel in the early morning, the deserted streets of Venice all to ourselves.

10 comments:

Tom said...

Wow! such a day and night! Congrats and mazel tov! You guys deserve it. Love, Tom

Ted D said...

Janet, FANTASTIC pictures! That sunset over the canal was beautiful; really glad you and Joe are having such a tremendous vacation!

Tex said...

Spectacular photos and looks like ya are having a awesome time. Wonderful to see ya are enjoying your time.

Thanks for the new boot money!! :)

Tom Miles said...

Holy shit that's some expensive coffee. Was it made from civet droppings?

Janet said...

Miles, I believe the coffee was made from the tears of unsuspecting tourists.

jojo said...

happy happy janet and joe
I've been following along and drooling!

Giulio said...

Well, I guess it's my turn to leave a message, since I had one in my blog :-D

I'm Giulio (aka Guilio, but that's ok, it's funny because for my spanish friends I'm Julio, in France Jule, and now I have an american nickname: Guilio! I like it! :-D)

I just wanted to say that it was an honor to be part of your 15th (and a bit!) anniversary, and I had great time with you, too.
Sometimes I look at what I'm doing, and I find myself thinking that I'm so lucky: I have the possibility to share time with amazing people, and I can enjoy my work because of that.

You'll be a part of Taverna Ciardi as long as it exists, you'll always be in our graffiti and we are so glad about it!

Thank you for the very nice words, I hope to see you before your 30th! :-D

Love,
Giulio

Lynn C. said...

What a magnificent description of Venice with amazing pictures. I did well up a bit when you saw the hotel where Janet stayed with her Dad. Loved the 15th anniversary dinner - it could not have been better anywhere else.

Can a couple do a Shirley Valentine?! Love, Lynnie

HorshamScouse said...

"Streets flooded, please advise."

Such a great post, great pics, a video tour of the honeymoon suite and now a comment from mine host at the restaurant!

And then some old guy in a poncho turns up! :)

Armando said...

Hi guys!
I just read your blog and I feel so honored for the wonderful words you used to describe your experience in Venice and in our restaurant.

I remember the first night you had dinner in Taverna Ciardi and I'm so sorry I wasn't there the last night you came to visit us (expecially 'cause I don't appear in your picture, of course) but as I see my companion "Guilio" (lol) and my assistants had done a great job.

It's been a pleasure to meet you and we want you to come back soon. Lot of love.

Armando Ciardi
The chef

PS for your friends: yes, the price of two f****ng coffees in San Marco square can let you hope that the waiter tells you “smile, you’re on candid camera!!” before you’re paying … but it won’t happen...