Monday, April 30, 2018
Setting Sun, Dorsoduro
After the grim subject of my last post, and before turning to the even lower circle of hell into which this holiday weekend and the Brugnaro misadministration have thrust Venice's besieged residents, it seems best to take a breath and turn our attention to a rare glimpse of local life in a section of Venice which is typically almost completely devoid of it: the pretty but desolate triangle that extends eastward from the Accademia museum to the figure of turning Fortune atop the Punta della Dogana.
It's from a birthday party thrown last week for a friend's young son, complete with a band of live musicians at right (playing mostly old American standards, such as "Take the A Train"). Most, if not all of the musicians actually live in Mestre now, but for one evening at least there was song and talk and the unceasing movement of kindergartners hardly more than a stone's throw from the Guggenheim Museum.