|Doge's Palace–standing in the river of tourists|
To celebrate I headed to a quaint trattoria in Sant' Elena and set out to sketch the local clientele over a glass of house wine and an appetizing plate of Spaghetti alle vongole.
|First dinner in Sant' Elena–a quiet neighborhood bordered by a pleasant park and away from the flood of tourists|
|Sketching the clientele on the outdoor terrace|
As with many Italian dishes I am not sure what I enjoy more–the food or its name. In this case the name "vongole" is onomatopoeic with the sound small clam shells make against your fork as you try to twist the fork in the heap of spaghetti. The chef was watching me impatiently as I drew, desperately signaling that the dish is going to get cold if I don't put down my pen and pick up my fork.
|Spaghetti alle vongole|
|Rielo dei Furlani|
|My small but lovely room in the Venice neighborhood of Dorsoduro|
An obligatory sketch of the Piazza San Marco. Found a quiet spot with a great vantage point from the Museo Correr second floor café
|St. Mark's Clocktower with its winged lion|
|Tango Dancing at Hotel Hungaria|
|San Marco neighborhood|
|Here is the beginning starting with the east side|
|Better hurry—only 7.5 hours of day light left to go. Stopping for a quick espresso|
See the final result.