Supermarket

I'm getting quite excited about Venice. This morning on the way to work, with the tickets in my pocket, I was remembering the shops in the neighbourhood of the apartment we've rented, and deciding where I would buy our breakfast croissants on Saturday. (This responsibility too has devolved to me, since I am usually up hours before anyone else).

I've written before about my preference for returning to well-known places, and Venice is a prime example. The apartment is not one that we have been in before, but the landlady and the building itself are very familiar. There is a good (small) supermarket around the corner, and a bakery beyond it, and opposite that a butcher who comes from a country town just south of Stuttgart. Small world indeed.

And all of this goodness, dear readers, is a mere six minutes on foot away from the Piazza San Marco. Go ahead, pretend you're not envious.