I’ll continue with my hunt for the blues bar I found last year. At my flat, there is actually a phone book. Remember that old-fashioned thing we used to use before the Internet? Well, I looked up blues and found the Blusbar (pronounced “blues bar”) right near me. Again, I was pleased that my neighborhood was so rich. Here is a picture.
I went inside and asked if they had blues music. She looked at me, smiled, and said no, they just used “blus” in the name.
I decided to hunt down the blues bar I found in Campo San Stin last year. It was fun to recognize places I saw last year. In fact, here is a picture of a place where I sat down and painted the scene last year. And as I was finishing the painting, an older couple came by and had a picnic on the steps. He was taking a picture of her, so I offered to take a picture of them both. They said they had just gotten married.
I found the campo (square) , saw the same scene of parents picking up their children after school having snacks at the bar, and the campo filled with children running around, yelling. But instead of my beloved blues bar, it now has another name and they play lots of music, just not the blues. Here is a picture of the new awning.
The man in the picture is having an afternoon “spritz.” People have them to stimulate their appetites. I think I mentioned this when I went out for dinner with Rachel in Bologna. I have tried many different kinds and my favorite is with Aperol. I’m hoping this is available in California.
Back to the blues quest. I have to give it up in Venice, but I know that there is a blues jam every Tuesday night right around the corner from the place I stayed in Florence last year and I have already arranged with my friend, Winsi, from last year to go on the Tuesday night I will be there. He called last week and said he joined the jam last week and played and sang reggae music. He promised he would sing and play the night we go.
I left the old blues bar and continued walking around the San Polo district. It’s funny how generally similar, but specifically different each district and each campo, or square are. Because my neighborhood has a fairly wide main street with lots of stores, there is a constant parade of people on it, day or night. The area of the San Polo district that I went on was much different. There were lots of people, but not in a “parade.” Here is a scene that gave me such a pleasant and relaxing feeling.
I like the shape and color of the bridge, and the red building and green awning. There was an afternoon stirring, but it was different from the one on the Stada Nova.
I came upon the train station, but from the other side of the canal. I thought about how calm it was from my side, and how frantic it is when you are on the other side, just arriving and trying to figure out where you want to go and what you have to do.
I decided to try to walk all along the edge of the canal to my stop. I was across from the Ferrovia (railway) stop and I wanted to get to Ca D’Oro. My plan was to get to the place across from Ca D’Oro where I could take a traghetto across. This is a gondola used to carry 14 people across the Grand Canal. It only costs half a euro. I would walk for a bit, then come to a dead end. I took the advice given to me last year by a young woman who was working as an intern at the Peggy Guggenheim Museum. Besides turning me on to Grom, my favorite gelato place, she said to zig and zag where you have to, but to always keep the general direction you want in mind. So what follows are some things I saw along the way.
I saw an old door that I liked:
And some colorful wrought iron over a window next to a covered walkway:
I wasn’t sure how this tree was attached.
Someone along this street decided on a colorful balcony that didn’t need watering.
This street name made my think I was suddenly in a science fiction movie.
During the course of this afternoon’s walk, I found two things I had been wanting/needing, but not actually searching for. I think if I had purposefully set out to find them, I woud not have been so successful. A life lesson? Perhaps.
The first was a copper colored ring. Before I left, I actually looked in Macy’s. What was I thinking? My best rings come from craft fairs and interesting shops. My watch, earrings, and shoes all have copper highlights. I found a ring made of Murano glass in the shape of an oval mountain, with a spiral of various shades of copper and brown. I was dubious about the authenticity of the Murano glass, but Rachel verified it for me when she came this past weekend.
And the second thing was a teflon spatula for my morning fried eggs. My kitchen has most things I need, but not a spatula. Wooden spoons just don’t do the trick. On this strange, kind of dark and winding street, I came upon a kitchen utensil store. Way out of the way, but I found it.
This street also took me past the movie theatre that Elisa was trying to tell me about, so now when I go, I won’t have to search for it.
I ended up at the stop just before mine, and it was 7:30 pm and starting to get dark. I decided to take the vaporetto and continue the zigging and zagging another day one stop down the canal.