Reflections on Venice by Tabitha Joyce
I am 10, sitting on a bench in Campo Santa Margherita next to my granny who is sketching passers-by. Pistachio ice-cream drips from my chin, an old man stoops on his stick to peer at the artist’s work, no words exchanged. We trawl stationery shops seeking the perfect marbled pad, until I find the one which becomes my scrapbook.
Almost 20 years on and that is how I find it; stuffed with tickets, gelato receipts, postcard pictures of wonky doorways, hidden courtyards and crumbling bridges over impossible waterways. Starry-eyed in spring, sizzling in summer and seductive even in winter, Venice is a city that suits every generation. This year I will return, without my granny, but with my parents and brothers in tow.
Where to Stay
Stay at Cima Rosa, a tiny B&B within a 15th Century palazzo on the Grand Canal. Doubles from €180. cimarosavenezia.com/
Words by Tabitha Joyce, The Iris Letter February 2018.