I was apprehensive about Venezia, as I am with all tourist heavy areas. But by the end, I found myself to be a little sad walking away from this city so painfully romantic at night.
Our first day we walked around myriad little shops and restaurants. A helpful camera store proprietor sold me lens wipes, as five days of prime lens swapping left a few finger prints. Prices are of course more than I am used to on amazon, but this is to be expected from a brick and mortar store, especially in a tourist hotspot.
I read that Venezia has a bad rap for food, but found this to be untrue — the city has many hidden gems if you are willing to explore. Although it is now illegal to install a wood fire pizza oven in Venezia, there are a few that have them grandfathered and let me tell you, it is worth the search. Crispy paper thin crust slathered with mozzarella, prosciutto, and funghi made a for a delicious lunch. Dinner was a hearty spaghetti alla carbonara in a quaint restaurant. If I have any advice when trying to find food at any major tourist centre, it is to stay away from places close to main attractions, or have a maitre d’ outside telling you about their menu. The restaurants you want to eat at don’t need to advertise, and often have handwritten or pieced together menus on display outside.
Night time in Venezia is when the magic really happens. I could tell you that you don’t need to spend more than 4 or 5 hours in the city to take most of it in, but if you were to take that advice, make sure at least a few of those hours are after the sun has set. It’s true to form of Hollywood’s depictions, and I hope someday that Natalie and I can be that couple of the bridge together.