There is so much to see and experience in Venice that a good guide book is an essential thing to carry in your pocket. But with some guides you'll need a big pocket! A little book that I came across recently is the Dorling Kindersley guide to Venice. It measures only 7cm in width, so can be slipped into the pocket of your jeans. It is very cleverly designed, full of informative descriptions of the major sights and has a fold-out section of maps at the rear. There is also a section offering the tourist useful Italian phrases.
I didn't need a guide book in 1998 as I had with me two good friends. These were Dario, whose family lives in a small village near Mestre, and Michele from Castelfranco.
For those of you new to this blog, this post is one of the last few in the series describing the researching of my novel The Door of Perarolo (starting with the February 2014 post The Birth of the Piave).
I would like to thank all of you for your continued feedback relating to this blog. Fabio Romagnoli, who lives in Marseilles, contacted me through facebook to ask why I'd omitted to mention the Notte Famosissima in the last post of this blog.
|The Processione del Redentore in 1910 [courtesy Luigi Boatto]|
This was in connection with the Processione del Redentore as shown in the 1910 image on the left.
Sebastiano Giorgi's account on the Venicexplorer page tell all. Here is a small extract:
For the "famous night of fireworks", between the 3rd Saturday of July and the Sunday after, thousands of Venetians and visitors come to celebrate, in the S. Mark´s basin swarming with boats crowded with people who bring typical culinary delights. Beginning on that Saturday morning, people engages with the organisation and preparation for the Redentore Festival. Foods are cooked for up to 20/30 people; candle-balloons, leafy branches and other trinket are hanged on the boats, terraces and rooftop loggias. From eleven to midnight, after the gastronomical moment, the firework show starts on the most beautiful stage ever realized by man. There is no other place on the world, where the light of fireworks may enlight with its colours a mirror of water like that of the St. Mark´s Basin, with the reflection of the Ducal Palace, St. George, the Columns of Mark and Todaro.
The full article includes lots of photos of the fabulous firework display. I'm not sure how the event would have been celebrated in the 19th century, when the Reverend Alexander Robertson was resident in Venice. A wealthy visitor at that time might well have put up at the Grand Hotel on the Canal Grande - this advertisement is from Robertson's informative book Through the Dolomites from Venice to Toblach.
|The Grand Hotel towards the end of the nineteenth century. [Through the Dolomites from Venice to Toblach]|
So... electricity and steaming British toilets. What more could be more comforting and secure?
|The Ponte San Biasio delle Catene [© P.A.G. 1998]|
What we (Dario, Michele and myself) wanted next on that first Sunday of September was to visit the Lido (where the film festival is held every September). Then we planned to return to watch the Venice Regatta which is always held on the first Sunday of this month.
|The Lido [Venezia, Carta della Provincia, Litografia Artistica Cartografica]|
So we took the vaporetto (a 'water bus'), which on its way across the lagoon passes by the Ponte San Biasio delle Catene.
|Vaporetto route from San Marco to the Lido [Venezia, Carta della Provincia, Litografia Artistica Cartografica]|
|Turner's sketch of the entrance to the Arsenale|
from across the Rio dell'Arsenale [Tate Gallery]
You can view the entrance to the Arsenale Vecchio via the Italy Guides' website and compare it with this drawing in Turner's sketchbook from his first visit to Venice in 1819 - the bridge from which you take your view in the Italy Guides' wonderful rotatable scene is the bridge seen in Turner's faint sketch above.
|L'imbarcadero seen on a hand-tinted postcard|
The tram network at the Lido operated between 1900 and 1940 to serve not only Venetians but the expanding tourist industry of that period.
|Detail from 1903 postcard [courtesy Luigi Boatto]|
The electric trams themselves were replaced by a a trolleybus network in 1941. The trolleybuses conveyed tourists around the Lido until the disastrous floods of 1966 destroyed the infrastructure.
|Grande Albergo Ausonia & Hungaria [© P.A.G. 1998]|
|Grande Albergo Ausonia & Hungaria in earlier days [courtesy Luigi Boatto]|
Closed during WW1, the hotel reopened in 1920. In 1932 the first Venice International Venice Film Festival took place at the Lido.
|Palazzo della Mostra del Cinema [courtesy Luigi Boatto]|
This image (above) from an undated old postcard shows the exhibition building; the overhead trolleybus wires indicate that he photo was taken prior to the 1966 floods - probably (judging from the clothes being worn) in the 1950s.
|Still going strong - Il Palazzo della Mostra del Cinema in 1998 [© P.A.G. 1998]|
|A knees-up outside the Lido's Casino [© P.A.G. 1998]|
I thought it was about time I introduced you to my two companions, so I set up my camera on its tripod, started the timer, and we posed outside the Lido Casino, nowadays - eat your heart out 007 - closed. The truth was, the Lido's days of fame and glory were slipping into history. (But in 2008, a refurbishment of the whole of the Lido complex was announced, worth £75 million pounds in UK currency, and the building is now an art gallery.)
Now, tell me, what chance was there do you think of that lady's pushchair parasol covering all three of our faces in the field of view just as the shutter clicked? If you take enough photos eventually... you hit the jackpot!
|The Hotel Excelsior [© P.A.G. 1998]|
We decided to try for a photo again a little later, on the return leg.
A little south down the seafront from the exhibition centre we came across the magnificent Hotel Excelsior. Currently, a night in this five-star hotel will cost you £241 - but the wifi is free! This makes the Grande Albergo Ausonia and Hungaria (4 stars) seem a snip at £146.
The towers of the hotel are round the back, where there is access to private moorings for the boats of the film stars and the seriously rich. Dario told me that there's a tunnel under the road where, after stepping off his boat, someone with such financial clout can gain access to the hotel.
I took two photos (below) from the street, to the right of a stone balustrade; the white-hulled boat to the left is seen more clearly in the second of the two photos.
|Boats for the well-heeled members of society? [© P.A.G. 1998]|
You can also (photo below) glimpse the balustrade. The area shown in the two pictures I took in 1998 is very private - no possibility of access by riff-raff such as Scottish academic in inappropriate mufti.
|No one here wearing old footie shorts... [© P.A.G. 1998]|
I wondered about tunnel that Dario mentioned from that day on, but it wasn't until last week (September 2015) that I saw literally the whole picture...
|The Excelsior in times past [courtesy Luigi Boatto]|
|The Hotel Excelsior - another view [© P.A.G. 1998]|
The Excelsior first opened its doors in 1908. The image on the right gives more details of one of the hotel's twin towers. The Excelsior was designed by the famous Venetian architect Giovanni Sardi, who saw his masterpiece completed in a mere 17 months. Film stars such as Errol Flynn have stayed there; so have, in their lifetimes, the Duke of Windsor and Winston Churchill.
|Beach bathing at the Excelsior Palace Hotel [courtesy Luigi Boatto]|
Outside the exhibition centre for the Film Festival I tried for another photo of Dario and Michele - but this time it was a hand-held shot as the timer had failed us so spectacularly at the previous attempt.
|Michele and Dario join the stars [© P.A.G. 1998]|
|Dedicated to the Porters' Union? [© P.A.G. 1998]|
Inside the building there was an exhibition of art - lots of sculptures of figures straining under the weight of cones, cylinders, cubes, spheres... it was beyond my understanding as an academic working in the sciences. I looked around to see if I could see an enlightened face... and failed.
So I fled through to the back entrance of the building and snapped a photo of the Adriatic.
|A last glimpse of the Adriatic [© P.A.G. 1998]|
|At the sharp end on a trip around the lagoon [© P.A.G. 1998]|
So we did. But more of that in the next post...
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