It was relatively quiet, with Italian opera playing in the background, and the bar/restaurant owners spoke no English at all. Fantastic. But the company was even better.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Pub night in Venice...
We were very lucky that our Italian hosts were available on Saturday evening to share a drink with us. They took us to a watering hole that was truly authentic, in that the owner had inherited it from his father and refused to change anything in it at all-- from the dragon hanging by its tail to the black and white pinup (of sorts)... We shared antipasti and a lovely vino rossi siphoned from huge earthenware urns.
It was relatively quiet, with Italian opera playing in the background, and the bar/restaurant owners spoke no English at all. Fantastic. But the company was even better.
It was relatively quiet, with Italian opera playing in the background, and the bar/restaurant owners spoke no English at all. Fantastic. But the company was even better.
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