Friday, August 26, 2016
I would bet that there is a story for many of the buildings here in Venice. I wandered very close to our apartment this morning and found this lovely courtyard. I sat there to sketch and when I was nearly done this old gentleman came by who lived in one of the apartments. He had his shpopping cart and a cane. He came over and said, "Bella!" Then he started telling me the story of the building in Italian. He asked if I understood and I said no. When he realized I spoke English he spoke a bit in the limited English that he Knew. The water cistern which is now covered with flowers is from the 1300s. The building was a convent for a long time and at night the doors would be locked and only the sisters would be allowed inside. At times like this I wish I could communicate in other languages. It would have been nice to understand the rest of the story.