Words and photos cannot do Venice justice. It is magical, ancient and charming. I would love to be able to do an art residency here. Imagine that!!! For me, that would bring the saying “I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven” to reality.
At every turn, when meandering through Venice, there’s a building or scene that I would LOVE to paint.
During our wanders, a set of magnets caught my eye. The shopkeeper asked if I spoke French? I said, “yes” and we then conversed in French because French is easier than English for her because French and Italian languages are like cousins she explained.
There was a “no China” sign in the shop. She explained that most magnets sold in Venice are made in China but these are Italian, painted by the Italian artist Amaranta De Francisci. That’s what attracted me to these magnets. I could see that they were not made in China. I love this Italian artist’s work and I also came to the realisation that I love speaking my first language, French. The past few years, I’ve been semi-regularly practising my French by Googling sites that list common French phrases. It has helped rejuvenate my French, that, and my quite regular conversations with French speaking tourists at Salamanca Market, and now, in Italy.
There are beautiful shops with quality craftsmen here. I saw a pair of exquisitely crafted, ankle height, red leather boots to die for. Unfortunately we couldn’t stop to shop. When I went back the next day, there was a thick metal shutter hiding them out of sight. 😞😞 I wanted to atleast get a photo of them. There are so many amazing leather goods, clothing, masks, quills and ink nib pens, and food, and prices are better than in Tasmania, Australia. Tasmania is an expensive island to live on.
I loved everything about Venice, even the chorus of suitcases rattling over the cobblestones, which usually started at 3am in the morning. Venice, I hope I will be back again to spend more time with you. 💙💜💚💛