The ring of the bell
The bell. It rang all throughout the city. The sound was a happy reassurance of where I was. Of where I have been for the past few days. We arrived about five days ago to the beautiful city of Venice, Italy. My amazing birthday present. We had gotten a speed boat from the airport which my dad continually said was like from the James Bond movie, “Casino Royale”. I think my dad just wanted to be James Bond but we won’t get into that now. Now I sit on this armchair, writing on this glass table, sunlight arriving through the biggest window I’ve probably ever had in a room that looks straight on to a tiny canal of ‘parked’ gondolas. It’s beautiful, as beautiful as anyone could possibly imagine Venice could be. So I write to you. I don’t want to leave but at the same time I do miss rainy Ireland. We arrived here in the end of a festival. There was people dressed up everywhere. The beautiful Venetian masks and outfits were magnificent to say the least. You would have loved them. The hotel, the room everything is perfect. And the bed is so big I don’t know what to do with myself in it. The streets are so narrow and so quaint. We have gotten lost everyday. Going down a new street and finding a new attraction. It’s amazing. I’m surprised we are always able to find our way back but we do in the end. By now we have seen so much. St. Marks square, Doges palace, bridge of sighs, made Venetian masks, sat in the oldest cafe, gone on a gondola that Molly nearly fell out of! It’s really been the best. This is probably the most interesting place i have ever been, it will be hard to top this! There’s history everywhere I look an you know how much I love history. Even the little tiny restaurants and shops have something magical about them as we walk past. But there is still so much to learn. Earlier today we found a fish market. And it was astounding. The smell of fish was some what pleasing and the things they had…. squid, octopus, shrimp, prawns, salmon, and even a sword sharks head! We could see the mix of locals and tourists. How the two different groups could be told apart from the reactions to the scene. The sound of rustling plastic bags as people packaged up the fish. The sound of coins being passed to the sellers from buyers. The scales on the fish seemed like if you were to touch them they could cut. And in your mouth, the smell so strong you could almost taste the fish on display. It was the most amazing fish market ever. Everything here has lived up to high standards. Not one disappointment. And the food. Oh my god the food! Pizza, pasta, fish, steak, just Italian food in general. It tastes better than it ever could in Ireland. I’m in love! In love with this city. We leave tomorrow and to be honest I have mixed feelings. As I look out this window, sitting on this chair, writing on this glass table I want to be back to my own small window, my bed, using my books as my table. But I hear the bell. The bell of St. Marks campanile. And I don’t want to leave.
Because of the ring of the bell.