Prosecco, sparkling water,
a citrus slice and
a few ice cubes -
"Row home? must we row home? Too surely
Know I where its front's demurely
Over the Giudecca piled;
Window just with window mating,
Door on door exactly waiting ... " *
"Oh, which were best, to roam or rest?
The land's lap or the water's breast?
To sleep on yellow millet-sheaves,
Or swim in lucid shallows just
Eluding water-lily leaves ... " *
© by Merisi
*) Quoted from
poem "In a Gondola"
It's all Carol's fault:
Instead of offering Paris Breakfasts,
lately she has been taking me to
the most beautiful places
and up and down the canals
and calli of Venice,
making me long for that fair city
more than ever.
Click yourself over there -
here ->Paris Breakfast does Venice,
if you dare! ;-)