I thought that I must look on a map if I don’t want to meet a dead end in Venice as it was a day before. I was in this town before and it was of these of which I would like to live. I got that feeling today by architecture, enticing narrow streets and non-existence of cars. I made conversation with a receptionist of day in asking on Museo Correr, stores having English language books and pizzeria. I saw that he knows close places whereas no idea on Marco Polo bookstore, which, as I will reveal, was nearby of Museo Leonardo da Vinci on what I also asked and the receptionist expressed his dislike as I wasn’t in wish due to I saw it doesn’t contain master’s items whereas only replicas of his inventions. I asked and showed a handwritten paper of pizzeria C’e Pizza e Pizza, which Venetians are visiting. The receptionist said he doesn’t know it’s place. He recommended to visit Museo Correr to which I was in unsure by that it hasn’t works for attention of eyes and current exhibition wasn’t exciting in artist whose art was presented. I hadn’t reason to pay forty euros for see nothing.
I moved to a bookstore, which the receptionist grandiosely recommended. A place was mess in archive room. Available books made to understand on it in whole Venice – I willn’t find of just released. I also recalled that I willn’t buy even they will in presence, because sea is harmful for books. I would like to live here, but never keep a bookshelf.
Walking was through a touristic route, which was filled of bright teasing shops in variety of all kind and when I came down from a little bridge’s stairways to Palazzo Zaguri, which hold Tutankhamun exhibition, one local came to me with asking from where am I and demonstrated his knowledge of languages by trying to take attention, which was to signing a petition on kids who victims of drugs. I looked on a list and I saw in the rightest row the quantities of money put by people who signed. An image of organization, on which I never heard, had a house ostensibly presented as a treatment facility. I said that things as charity I prefer to do individual. They couldn’t convince me. I don’t know how many truth here, but place and behavior of people where of that lot of doubtful factors. Venice is teasing arriving people. The gondoliers will take more money for those who haven’t of Italian accents. Seafood isn’t the best on famous market. Venetians are knowing the best places for buying fish.
I turned off from the tourist routes. I saw a little vegetable market in walking to Marco Polo bookstore. Locals were buying and were ready to do it there. A discovered place revealed expected that books in English are specially chose for tourists. Mostly selling literature was about Venice.
I did full circle around of city to where I returned in hotel and asked the receptionist again on his called pizzeria. I didn’t want to visit in beginning it by initially was suspecting that he can something hide due to he is an Italian or moreover, maybe, a Venetian in what I wasn’t so sure. I decided to make comparison. So sad I don’t know much on pronunciation and personality and, as in France, I would like to learn this language and not just say few words or, as I did many times in Paris, “Je ne parle pas français. Parlez anglais.” 1000 Gourmets was a title of pizzeria.
I entered in recommended place. A conversation with a waiter brought that to asking in which language I prefer menu. I could speak without accent if not flows gotten in a past, which harmed my personality, and sometimes I can keep it and maybe I have some way of speaking, which isn’t traditional for non-native. All these confused in France and Italy were thinking that I have difficulties with language whereas I saw it exists with them, because I was looking for antonyms to explain and gave words, which they were looking for. I think that watching movies and read in English in five years and writing on this language in four years can influence. I’ll tell more, I understood non-native in a past and read subtitles in watching American movies in beginning. Today it’s vice versa. They are thinking they are right in how to speak language. They never heard a Londoner who says “Okford” and “Totem”.
I’m not so Italian, but reading containment in columns of “gourmet pizza” and “new pizza” pumpkin, pistachio and almond pushes to assumption they aren’t classic ingredients. What can expect from pizzeria nearby of tourist’s popular San Marco? Later I asked on how old this place. The answer was four years. I went to “classic pizza” and chose Napolitana. I agreed on anchovies by always thinking it’s vegetables when it’s fish, which, as I will get on taste, was from a can. Long thinking on drinking concluded to ordering an Italian national alcohol drink grappa. A glass for taste of white color drink had alcohol in domination in sniffing and getting what was to very bad moonshine. I found way for explanation and other one was put on a table – sweet with red color, which was much sweet and coming close to cheap liquor. I didn’t want to go through in explanation in looking for grappa. I kept that glass even though it didn’t fit for this pizza whereas that first grappa was right for that and which I ordered later.
Napolitana was a peculiar pizza covered in tomato juice and leafs of spinach. Combining it with the national drink made creation of excellent experience and nice feeling of aftertaste from liquid in glasses.
Then I was lying in hotel’s room where must be after pizza I got idea to try a cigar, which I bought at the first day in Paris in A La Civette founded in 1716 and had a little relocation in place in 1876 and where it still stays. Maybe, it’s the most oldest cigar shop. I’m not mercy to smokers and those have dependence on thing, which they doesn’t like I consider as weak people in character. I understand who smokes cigar due to it’s a qualified tobacco. I entered in special room in A La Civitte, which was for keeping conditions, and chose middle strong Montecarlo. I didn’t do it in Paris’s hotel due to installed a fire alarm. It had in Venice, but I could close a bathroom and open a window, which was hard to unlock, but my aspiration (Great! I never smoked before, but already have addiction.) gave power to disclose the window.
It was bitter and caustic at the first times and same was after I finished on more than half. I looked cool in a mirror and was saying to reflection “You know, there are two kind of people: with a cigar and not”. I couldn’t find a satisfaction. I didn’t experience anything. It didn’t smell abysmal whereas it wasn’t specific. I lost interest by absence of changing perspective. I extinguished it and put in a trash bin. I entered in a room.
Soon I got a disgusting aftertaste. I wanted to rid from it. I changed clothe and did emergency leaving of the hotel for looking for, as I went over in thoughts to ice cream. I was going to enter in a first shop. My perfect would be in cone. I met smoking people with deeply cheap tobacco whom I accepted as pathetic. I walked out to Piazza San Marco (oh yeah, I’m romantic about these things.). A little of steps and I saw a man with a cone and then that he stays at Bar Americano, which sells ice cream. Three balls with a mint (it wasn’t a clever idea due to associative with cigarettes with menthol, but later it had vice versa.), lemon and cherry. It was natural and succulent ice cream, which I had and ate on Piazzo San Marco.
I went in shower for clean myself and rid from still presenting smell in that premise. I wrote for future visitor on misted mirror message. It was “I love Trump”. Tomorrow I was going to move in other hotel for the last night in Venice and I will move to Poland.
