I couldn’t leave without see it’s history, which I chose through paintings in Gallerie dell’Academia. I ate two bananas and stinky unnatural sandwich at entrance of that place. Then I went inside.
I’m not liker of paintings on religious topics whereas I can’t expect alternative from a time when church had dominant influence. And artists weren’t perfect, but it was in beginning with exclusions and halls of the second floor had dignified works.
The last rooms were designed, but I wasn’t find beautiful in ceiling with squares have images of wings and head.
Wishing of pizza was following after getting of art. I also had incredible brie in a pocket of a coat. I was beating it time by time. It was so wide time ago when I had it’s divine and tender taste of French cheese. I crossed Piazza San Marco in listening trio musicians at one café. I returned to narrow streets and entered in district, which alienated from tourists. My paper was written with glitches. Few times I had dead end streets, but I saw C’e Pizza e Pizza and walked in little establishment and met with it’s cook. She didn’t know English. I could guess written in Italian, but took menu on understandable language. I prefer pizza with presence of meet ingredient, which wasn’t often. I decided that I mustn’t order a “classic pizza” by knowing them. I pull down eyes on “special pizza” where attraction was to Sfiziosa. I chose it with a bottle of lemon ice tea. That was a moment, which I was getting before. I did travelling in non-English country where without knowledge of local language I spoke on knowing one and people knew it too. I felt a chauvinist myself. A representer of hegemony where arriving in any state I did rise of conversation on native language. I used my little of Italian words in C’e Pizza e Pizza what brought me to extreme happiness. I thought that I would be glad if I could drive a car and do it to deep places of Italy for getting it’s true. Not this, which makes for tourists. C’e Pizza e Pizza was that actual and it continued in watching in how chef cooks from beginning to end my ordered pizza. It was a magical process.
I never get it hot and, moreover, a true of Italian pizza. It was so unbelievable delicious in balanced combination of cheese, mushrooms and speck. I was walking in clouds. The ice tea matched for pizza’s drink. I ate a lot of standard size of pizza and felt that I got heavy, but when I left a chair, I had easy in stomach. I said “magnifico” to the chef.
I thought on make a bite of brie, but I couldn’t, because felt that I would offense such pizza and even with a divine cheese. I was on Piazza San Marco and was nearby of Bar Americano where yesterday I accidentally got another true Italy in ice cream. I decided that I don’t need else by thinking to buy it. Trio of musicians were still there and playing “It’s time to say goodbye”. That song was a bullseye. I stopped nearby for listening till end. I did turn back and took Piazza San Marco in observation.
