From the look of it, you'd think
Venice spent all its time primping. Bask in the glory of Grand Canal
palaces, but make no mistake: this city's a powerhouse. You may have heard that Venice is an engineering marvel, with
marble churches built atop ancient posts driven deep into the
barene
(mud banks) – but the truth is that this city is built on sheer nerve.
Reasonable people might blanch at water approaching their doorsteps and
flee at the first sign of
acqua alta (high tide). But reason
can’t compare to Venetian resolve. Instead of bailing out, Venetians
have flooded the world with voluptuous Venetian-red paintings and wines,
music, Marco Polo spice-route flavours, and bohemian-chic
fashion. And they’re not done yet.
With the world’s most artistic masterpieces per
square kilometre, you’d think the city would take it easy, maybe rest on
its laurels. But Venice refuses to retire from the inspiration
business. In narrow
calli (alleyways), you’ll glimpse artisans hammering out
shoes
crested like lagoon birds, cooks whipping up four-star dishes on
single-burner hotplates, and musicians lugging 18th-century cellos to
riveting baroque concerts played with punk-rock bravado. As you can see,
all those 19th-century Romantics got it wrong.
Venice is not destined
for genteel decay. Billionaire benefactors and cutting-edge biennales
are filling up those ancient
palazzi (palaces) with restored masterpieces and eyebrow-raising
contemporary art and architecture,
and back-alley galleries and artisan showrooms are springing up in
their shadows. Your timing couldn’t be better: the people who made
walking on water look easy are already well into their next act.
But
don’t go expecting to have the city to yourself. Even in the
foot-stomping chill of January, Venice has its admirers. The upside is
that you’ll keep fascinating company here. More accessible than ever and
surprisingly affordable given its singularity, Venice remains a
self-selecting city: it takes a certain imagination to forgo the
convenience of cars and highways for slow boats and crooked calli.
Sculptors, harpsichordists, sushi chefs and dreamers passing as
accountants might end up bumping elbows over heaping plates of
risotto di seppie (squid risotto) along scuffed wooden tables in authentic
osterie
(pub-restaurants). Judging by the crowd, you might think the Art
Biennale must be happening – but no, that’s just an average Wednesday
night in Venice.
Venice is best when caught
between acts, after the day trippers rush off to beat afternoon traffic,
and before cruise ships dump dazed newcomers off in Piazza San Marco
with three hours to see all of Venice before lunch. Those visitors may
never get to see Venice in its precious downtime, when gondoliers warm
up their vocal chords with scorching espresso on their way to work, and
mosaic artisans converge at the bar for tesserae shoptalk over a spritz (
prosecco-based drink).
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