This morning we had our Mass at Santo Stefano, quite beautiful though dark on this dark, gray, rainy day.
Some Tintoretto… you know… same ol’…
Okay, forget about the Tintoretto. It poured incessantly for the whole morning and way into the afternoon. Thus, we parked at a great restaurant near La Fenice and settled into to enjoy various courses and wait out rain and the lightening and the splitting thunder.
This risotto of herbs and mazzancolle has raised the bar a notch for me.
The view. This is one of the moments when the tourists couldn’t stand it. They all headed for cover. There are few things I detest more than walking around in the rain. No, seriously. Few.
The rain let up, however, and we dashed over to San Zaccaria. The body of the father of St. John the Baptist is here (lower) and the body of St. Athanasius, bishop and doctor, is above. Today is his feast day in both the new and the traditional calendar. I had to visit.
I said a prayer for readers of this blog while at the body of this courageous defender of the orthodox Catholic Faith. We must be inspired by him.
BTW… I will again say Mass for my benefactors when I return to Rome.
In San Zaccaria you find a main altar with these spiffy walls about it. I would very much like to build a church with one of these!
Another view of the tombs of the saints.
Across the way is a lovely Bellini. Not the drink.
I spotted this in a window of a pastry shop. Everything from mushrooms to mussels, sea bass to squid… all marzipan!
And nearby a €16K watch. I’ll take three, please.
Seriously… what does one do with a watch like this other than gaze at it in a dark cave while dodging orcs?
