Italy no-no’s

The Lonely Planet blog has a list of prohibitions on tourists’ activities when visiting some Italian cities. Like Venice, Rome or Milan (below). Most of which is sort of obvious, like not walking around shirtless or barefoot away from beaches, feed the pigeons (although our kids did when visiting Venice for the first time!), hold picnics in busy areas, sit on the Rialto Bridge or the Spanish steps, ride a bike in Venezia!, swim in Trevi Fountain or a Venezia canalo (although kayaking remains allowed outside main canals and working hours), or steal sands from beaches. Some are less predictable, like eating in the street in Florence centre, dress up like an historical (Roman) figure, or wear sandals when hiking. (For the latest one, I got scolded last January when hiking to a waterfall in the Northern tip of Martinique, if not by the police!)

a journal of the plague, sword, and famine year

Read Brent Weeks’ The Way of Shadows, a rather traditional tale of an orphan boy learning assassin’s skills from a master, within a crime guild organisation tolerated by a feudal structure itself ruled by a below-par king, with the usual dilemma between dedication to the (gory and amoral) job and love+friendship+loyalty constraints. Both collide when the love+friends+kingdom come under actual threat from a neighbouring total-evil kingdom. Some aspects of the dilemma are interesting, other are not and weaknesses in the scenario abound. The final climax of this first volume is quite disappointing, but cannot be discussed as a sequence of major spoilers. I wonder whether the following volumes will see some improvement. And Gone to Dust by Matt Goldman, a somewhat enjoyable detective novel but… lacking a proper level of surprise, with whiffs of Marlowe emanating from the central character, Nils Shapiro, an annoying tendency to brand name dropping, detailed descriptions of itineraries that should bore even the locals, and the of-so-convenient! recourse to Somali terrorism in the middle of Minneapolis, to solve the day. Plus a painful insistence on how foul Winter is in Minnesota…

Had a week of Venetian fare at Da’a Marisa, the de facto cantine of Ca’Foscari! And a sampling of neighbouring cannoli, not always successful and not competing with the cannoleria I visited in Milano, which made me cook a batch myself for Easter weekend. With the result that the tubes were reasonable but the ricotta filling too liquid.

Watched the last season of the BBC series His Dark Materials, while wondering whether or not the third volume of the Book of Dust would ever appear. And Kill Boksoon (길복순) which is a manga style movie playing on the hardship of being a single mother when working full time as a contracted killer! Very light (and gory) if rather funny.

instantanea di Venezia² [jatp]

instantanea di Venezia¹ [jatp]

flying static

[While flying to Venezia, two art professionals were sitting in front of me, talking the entirety of the flight in a rather affected way.]

“La Fenice, j’ai pas du tout envie d’aller là. C’est pas intéressant, j’irais beaucoup plus vers le cinéma italien classique des années 60, avec une vision beaucoup plus sophistiquée…”