3 November 2006. With daddy in tow again, we explored the Rialto markets this morning. One side of the market is filled with fresh fruits and vegetables shipped into Venezia every morning at the crack of dawn, while the other side is filled with fresh fish. I have never seen--or smelled--anything like it. Afterwards, we went to a fish restaurant called Conte Scorte for lunch. Man, was I glad mommy brought cheerios, carrots, and peas for me to eat, rather than what they were having. Their tuna and cuttlefish carpaccio probably would not have gone over very well with me...nor would the octopus, sardines and onions, spider crab, cod and eel. Mommy and daddy agreed that his cousin David probalby sould have had a breakdown had he been there. After stopping in at Cafe Verde for espresso and patisserie, we spent the rest of the afternoon traipsing through the San Marco Sestieri.
At the Fish Market
With Daddy at the Rialto Bridge
With Mommy on the Grand Canal
Thatcher,
ReplyDeleteYou should have explained to them at the Fish Market that you were a real man and you got your fish at Captain D's or Long John Silver's!
Hey, if it doesn't have crunchies and preservatives, who wants to eat it? The only thing with an eye at dinner should be you or Mommy and Daddy. Not something on a plate- good rule of thumb for the future- if it can look back, don't eat it!
Love you!
Aunt Sherri