A little gem of a Renaissance church, polychromatic marble inside and out, completed in 1489 to house a “miracle-working” image of the Virgin. It’s not too blingy and not too big – hence unlike San Rocco, which I shall be visiting in the next day or two. It took some finding, but its sudden appearance as I walked over the bridge made up for the search.
Interesting that the red marble seems to wear less well than the other colours.
It’s getting colder. This was the fountain in the middle of the Ghetto this morning:
I had dithered over what to do today: I have a hankering to revisit the Palazzo della Ragione in Padua, but today is Monday so the interior is closed. Besides, the sun was shining and I didn’t fancy more trains, so I did touristy things instead. (The thing about Venice is that you have to admit that you are a tourist, not kid yourself that you are some kind of well-informed traveller. There’s not much between you and the selfie-obsessed Chinese tourist; you block the path because you’re checking your map, and they do the same as they take another pouting photo on the Rialto. They get in your photos, and you get in theirs.)
So here is some touristy stuff:
And, finally, a confession. My impulse to come to Italy was sparked last autumn by a thwarted desire for Italian food – in particular, spaghetti alle seppie. I have just had a delicious plate of it for lunch, with a salad and a glass of Soave. I doubt that it can be bettered.
(I may as well go home now.)