Here is a lovely memory to shake off the blues. October 9, 1991, our 12th anniversary, & after 4 days in Venice we love nothing more than to just set off walking. We would walk with no agenda & no guidebook.
Most tourists do Venice as a day trip, but we started our Italian journey in this amazing, unforgettable city, landing at Marco Polo International Airport & taking the water taxi into the city. Our first view of the city was of the fogging burning off, rays of sunlight hitting the basin at St. Marks where we disembarked. We stayed for 5 days at the start of our Italian adventure & ended it with another 3 days in Venice.
So, on October 9th, as we are allowing ourselves to get lost in neighborhoods seldom seen by the marauding groups of Americans, Germans & Japanese, we spy a poster for a concert that evening at the parish church of composer Antonio Lucio Vivaldi. We immediately decide to attend, as the end event of a special anniversary day. We worried about returning to the church. We often could not find amazing places, shops & restaurants a second time, as if the canal that we had marked to return had disappeared in the fog.
We did find our way back to the small candle lit church that evening & thrilled to hearing Le Quattro Stagioni & other pieces on period instruments in Vivaldi’s very own church.
Speaking of Vivaldi & hot men, & weren’t we doing that… how about tenor Zachary Stains in the maestro’s opera- Ercole su'l Termodonte. Naked hot tenors & Baroque Opera seems like a good idea to me.
I don't think that Vivaldi was gay... at least I didn't sleep with him, that I recall.
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