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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Three Queens Abroad

Ms. Tango Hours mentioned it first. Ms. Nuit will have to chime in at some point, too.

We're going to Venice.

The whole thing came up very suddenly. It was a complete surprise and a magical, unique opportunity not to be passed by. The stars were in our favor. Love and thanks to one incredibly special person. You know who you are.

But now our trip is very real and fast approaching.

I know almost nothing about Venice,
the Queen of the Adriatic,” except for what lives in my imagination. I have books and maps and websites to read and study. I'm reaching out to you all, in the hopes that you have ideas, fancies, memories, recommendations, advises and wisdom to share with us. Anything you have to offer will be greatly appreciated.

In the meantime, I am convinced that Venice is the perfect city for three women of like spirit:

For us, the daydreamers:

There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.--Mary Shelley

For us, the sensualists:

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.--Truman Capote

And for us, the tangueras:

This was Venice, the flattering and suspect beauty--this city, half fairy tale and half tourist trap, in whose insalubrious air the arts once rankly and voluptuously blossomed, where composers have been inspired to lulling tones of somniferous eroticism.--Thomas Mann


Bryce Digdug September 27, 2007 at 10:48 PM  

Did you see 2001 at the Castro Wednesday night? I just went there on a whim. I sat in the back row the only place where the 60mm can be truly appreciated (Of course I've never seen it in Cinerama). After the moon it's really a silent movie. Keir is perfect for that. Do I understand it any better. My understanding changes each time. Of course it is influenced by De Chardin. This time reincarnation seemed the theme and the monolith as being full of souls. I followed this by a patty melt at Orphan Andy's - best in the world.

Johanna September 27, 2007 at 11:56 PM  


Venice is my absolute favorite place in the whole world. It is magical, absurdly, indescribably, precious, magical. My advice is wander beyond the big attractions and explore all the tiny streets. Don't be afraid to get lost (because you will). Try to see a life orchestra play Vivaldi (a Venician) in a church. Oh, and last but not least, TAKE ME!!!!!!

Maria September 28, 2007 at 6:03 AM  

You need to visit my mom's blog: printperson.livejournal.com
She spends half the year there and makes beautiful drawings of the city. If you have specific questions, she is definitely the person to ask!

Tina September 28, 2007 at 8:35 AM  

Have fun in Venezia, cara mia! I have a friend in Firenze who just went up there for a couple of days, I'll have to ask her where she ate and let you know. (I'm all about the food.)

studio wellspring September 28, 2007 at 9:36 AM  

o mia carina venzia! i'm pea-green with envy, tangobaby. my advice is to get lost in it. just walk around without looking at maps and explore where ever the tiny side streets & alley ways will take you. it is a place ooozing with romance and history. (you can literally feel it seeping thru the cobblestones & window shutters) also, give yourself "moments" to just sit and let it all soak in. oh, and if you can squeeze in a side-jaunt to verona you won't regret it.

la nuit blanche September 28, 2007 at 9:41 AM  

There is no life that does not rise
melodic from scales of the marvelous.

-from "The Venice Poem" by Robert Duncan

i can't wait. ;)

Blake September 29, 2007 at 7:39 PM  

Even though I was in love there, and there for many months, and many times, my clearest memory is from one of those semi-lost days of wandering. I ducked through a low door and came into a tiny courtyard bounded on all four sides by ancient four-story tenement buildings. There were three beautiful cats in there, and I sat on the mossy bricks with my back against a wall and closed my eyes with a beam of light on my face. It shifted away so I could open my eyes, and I watched the cats and felt as if I loved them, even if I didn't know the Italian word for "almond."

Red shoes September 30, 2007 at 12:40 PM  

Wow. How lovely. I wish I could go with you!

tangobaby September 30, 2007 at 5:00 PM  


Thank you for the wonderful outpouring of comments and thoughts. I would love to reply to each of you in kind, here.


Thank you for reading my blog! I'm sad to say that I missed 2001 at the Castro this week. I'm still in the clutches of some virus that makes me pretty tired so I haven't been out this week to do anything extracurricular.

My understanding of 2001 has been mostly influenced by my years of reading sci-fi, especially the works of Arthur C. Clarke. So I had read The Sentinel and 2001 and loved them both. I have not really tried to interpret anything about the ending except to enjoy it for its mystery. I cannot think of many movies that instill such an expansive feeling and introspection in me. Cannot say I've had the patty melt yet at Orphan Andy's (I think I had the chicken-fried steak last time) but I'll keep that in mind!


We would love to have you with us. I know there will be other trips in the future. I would love to hear Vivaldi in concert. Already, that seems like a must-do on my checklist. I agree with you, getting lost is the best way to find things you didn't know you were looking for!


I did visit your mother's blog. Thank you for the incredible resource. I will be dropping her a note very soon to introduce myself and hope that she has some very special recommendations for us. I suspect she does!


Thank you again for your enthusiasm and information that I know we'll be using to plan our trip. You are a perfect resource for us!

Ms. Wellspring,

Of course, you will probably hear first about our exploits in person! I hope we have time to take a day trip, too.

Darling Nuit,

Me too!


What a beautiful memory. I have a similiar remembrance of Paris, on the Ile St. Louis, in a particular couryard, with a grey kitty sitting on cobblestones. I will tell the cats of Venice that you send them your love! Every time I see a cat there I will think of you!

Ms. Red Shoes,

Next time, ma chere. When you are out of school!

kisses to all of you and thanks for your comments here.

tangobaby October 1, 2007 at 9:34 PM  

Excuse me, Bryce. I called you Blake...just excited to respond to all of these posts at once!