It might seem odd for a woman who likes to visit gardens on her travels to be so much in love with Venice; I can’t explain it. I’ve been sung to in a gondola, shopped, paid too much to sit at one of the tables right in front of Florian and got bellini’d at Harry’s. I have queued patiently and gazed wide-eyed upon magnificence. I would do it all again and again. (Did I mention I shopped.) The place that held me enraptured, however, was quite small in comparison to many of the historic masterpieces; the Museo della Musica . The early instruments in the Museum had an extraordinary effect on me; I longed to be able to hold them. There is a section called Antonio Vivaldi e il suo tempo which gives an insight into the life of Vivaldi.
Wondering how Valmont fits in with Venice and Vivaldi? They all feature in my manuscript of course. Oh the joy of writing your own plot (but, for the downside, please also see yesterday’s post “Unfinished” ) and having fun with who does what, with whom and where.
All photos copyright Lynne Revette Butler.