The siren sounded twice within five minutes at 7:04 A.M. From the window, no signs were evident of a flood. The sirens, and an electronic, high-pitched beeping that followed, are Venice’s modern warning of Aqua Alta, a very high tide that breaches little barriers in the lagoon and results in flooding of the city.
But by 11:10 A.M., the views now revealed: Water a foot high, over the canal below us, and a light rain and pedestrians waddling in hip high, rubber boots, carrying umbrellas as they made their way.
Camilla, my friend, tells me it recedes typically within hours.
Until then it’s back to reading about Stangl and eating pumpkin tortellini that Claudia, Camilla’s mother, brought down from the mountains and made yesterday in her kitchen.
Satisfied, too, by the sarde en saur and bigoli in salsa last night at a very cool. very remote osteria.
Good thing we hit Rialto market in the morning and bought three beautiful porcini, parmigiano, and arborio for risotto tonight. Uh oh: Need vino. And chicken stock!