(While going through my unfinished blog posts recently I discovered this one from my last trip to Italy back in 2016.)
Wish I could find a little pot holder just like this one.
It has been over two years since I was on this trip, yet seeing these photos quickly brings it all back to me. The devil really is in the details. The colors, curves, light, shadows, and the many kind people I met while there for two weeks warm my heart. I didn’t want to love Venezia, but I carry it with me now. It seems cliche to this cynical American, and yet, the place inspires! It’s a magical place and I wish I could have known it long ago…
This was our front door for two weeks. We had the large apartment located on the top floor of this building.
Many times I walked past this shop nearby and admired these ceramics. 
I still think about these ceramics. 
While there I bought this book to practice my reading comprehension. I’m always amazed at how little I use my Italian and yet am still able to do ok with it when I need to read it. 
These are likely window boxes filled with Sedum palmeri. It felt like the entire place had all shared the same plant. 
While visiting there the first time, I’d admired this color on another building. It’s called Venetian salmon and seems fitting. After the second trip I loved the color even more. (This is Hotel Iris.)
During this second trip I also learned quite a bit more about the gardens of Venice and the history of many of the plants there. (It helps to be included in a group of Italian Instagramers who know a great deal about Italian Garden History.)
With so many tourists, it’s nice to hide the garbage cans with art. 
Many shops sell items for Carnevale. This shop caught my eye with its modern masks. 
On this trip I walked to see some art, but not as much as I’d hoped to see. I rested and read quite a bit. Traveling is still hard on me and this wasn’t really long after I’d had my back surgery and I was in the midst of terrible nerve pain from my old injuries. 
Being there made the pain better. 
It was even better when I saw plants. 
It’s a place where you always want to peek over walls. I spent a few days like this but was relieved when the tour took place on the last day there. Being invited into homes and gardens is always a wonderful treat. 
It seems possible to me that I loved this walk so much I could do it all over again in my mind. 
Then there was a cookbook store. Oh how I wish I’d spent more time lingering there!
The best was saved for last. I stopped several times on my way back to the apartment to pick up this incredible sarde in saor from a vendor who served theirs on polenta. The two creamed together like this still makes my mouth water.
Amateur Bot-ann-ist 