The Interpreti Veneziani
Here’s a link to the guys we saw on Monday night, playing
where we saw them, playing one of the pieces they played:
They’re kicking up a fair old stink without amplification,
the acoustics are superb (even though some of the stone pillars had carpet
baffles on them), and the music has a hotline to the central nervous system (if
your spine isn’t tingling – you’re dead, or deaf).
We’re on a mission…from God
Well, that was Jake and Elmore Blues. Our mission was to
visit the garden of Eden. The garden
of Frederick Eden , that
is. We got there, eventually. It was bit of a mission getting there. The garden
belonged to Mr Eden, now it belongs to someone else, and it was locked up
tight. Gates. CCTV. High walls. This is what we could see…
This is what is behind the gates…
Doing the flexible thing, we had a relaxed mooch around the laid back, upcoming
Guidecca. We found a nice waterside bar and had a couple of lunchtime drinks,
nipped over to Rialto, BLISS then blagged a supersize spaghetti pomardoro, and
we wound up sitting by the canal right by the hotel in Dodo’s bar for a couple
of nightcaps.





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