In Venice, a Young Boatman Steers a Course of His Own
This is the first of a series of posts about a Venetian boat and its captain who will guide you in a series of posts, with illustrations. See this first.
The two most beautiful and most romantic places are Venice and Siena. On a summer Sunday, the city is alive with people, music and art. People stroll along the Piazza Navona, people strolled along the Riva Grande, people strolled along the Piazza dei Mercanti (where the Venetian republic first minted its currency) and people strolled along the Piazza d’Armi.
On a Saturday morning, Venice lies quietly, but with an energy that is hard to explain. A small fishing boat, the “Red Tuna”, sails along Venice’s wide lagoon and waits. And waits.
The Red Tuna will wait until it is time to go to the beach. It takes you along Venice’s picturesque canals and by the canalside, it waits until the day is clear of the thick morning fog.
The Red tuna waits until it is time to go to the beach. It takes you along Venice’s canals and by the canalside, it waits until the day is clear of the thick morning fog.
Every summer, the Red tuna returns to the Sailing Ship Museum in Venice. And a story begins.
Every week, the museum holds the launch of a fresh ship. And each time, the story begins.
You take the boat to the middle of the lagoon and back again, to the dock and to the museum. You hear the stories. You hear the music. You hear the art. And it is then, that you know why people call Venice “the Venice of the Adri