Even in Venice

Monday morning we had a train to Florence at 11:30. Before we left Venice, Marty and I had wanted to see a special church, Santa Maria Gloriosa Dei Frari (the frari). We packed up our luggage and had exactly one hour to find the church—no small feat in Venice—and get back in time for the taxi to the train station. Now those of you who know Marty and his ferry habits (routinely operated as fire drills) this was a challenge right up his alley—and I complicitly came along.

Between Greta, map and street signs, we got there, spent 5 minutes in the church—it was glorious and totally unacceptable, given the wonderful art there. But we sped out the doors and had an adrenaline-pumping return to the hotel. We somehow made it with minutes to spare, time to cool down before catching our water taxi to the train station. Marty has good karma when it comes to fire drills.

Venice is a city we'd all enjoy visiting again. The food is very expensive and not that special--but we're developing a rhythm of eating one big meal a day, either at lunch or dinner and just having coffee and a snack for the other meal.(Breakfast has always been included where we stay.) The sea bass has been good, as has the pasta. All in all, we really enjoyed Venice and our weekend there.