We have gotten used to our neighborhood. Although we are across from the train station, it is also a half block to a side street that sends us along a series of canals by the German Embassy and into Campo Santa Margherita, and then through some more streets and canals to the Academia Bridge. Thus 35 minutes. From there we go here and there. The Peggy Guggenheim Museum, an elegant 20th century collection, not large but well selected. At the Dogana, on the tip of the island, there is now an exhibition space somewhat like the Tate Modern in London in size and scope. The stuff on exhibit at present is somewhat disquieting but I suppose that is the (modern) purpose of art. We walked along the Guidecca Canal and had a drink at a fancy new hotel there, built in an old warehouse. And we went to the Venice Jazz Club. A small group but fun to see, on Ponte dei Pugni, a bridge named for fistfights that took place there in the 1600s.

I can report a mullet that was excellent, and Mary Jo had a warm octopus salad that she liked very much.

Also, we have done some laundry at a local laundromat.