One boat ride after another, down the Grand Canal, up the Grand Canal, past the Zattere, and then on foot down alleys. Porcini, of course, and then very good “Neapolitan” pizza, and still reading about Japan and talking to chefs.
One chef, really.
Anyhow, it’s the final night in Venice before we board planes to Boston.
A good week, a stressful week (chef), and next week? The bird.
Venice is such a balm on the heart and soul.