Once there, they told us our flight was cancelled. Gee, thanks Air France. And our flight to Paris probably won't happen because there's have a strike scheduled. So, they suggested we fly to Paris and then to Venice. We politely told them to go fuck themselves and rented a car from Europcar. For less than there cost of last night's meal, we got a Ford Focus.
Of course, it was a manual drive, and I haven't driven stick in years, but having stalled it a few times and swore many oaths, I got the hang of it again. We drove six hours from Nice to Venice and checked into our hotel in fine fettle. OK, I was tired but we are in Venice!
Our Hotel American Dinesen is on a lovely canal near the Accademia. It was great to pull up to the place in a water taxi. Our room has a canal view and a tiny balcony. We are well placed here on the Dorsoduro.
After a relaxing time in bed, we went out to dinner at Oniga, which was suggested by our hotel host. It was marvelous. I started with gnocchi and mozzarella di buffala and tomatoes. The gnocchi was tender and delicate. Ira started with sardines in saor (onions, raisins and pine nuts). Ira shared several forkfuls and it was perfect. I continued with veal liver and polenta, a tad overcooked but tasty. (Ira's are the best!) Ira had spaghetti with squid ink, a real crowd pleaser.
Venice is just lovely. We walked down a random canal before dinner and everything was beautiful. The passagatta was in full swing, the light was dim and lovely and the city continually delights the eye. We're going to have fun here!
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