The answer was si. To review, I'd booked an apartment for the entire month of January and invited friends and family to join me there. Allow me to introduce the cast of characters who said yes. They came in three waves. First wave: my sister Rosie and brother-in-law Jon, niece Victoria and her pal Kendra Second wave: sister Sheila and her sisters-in-law Cara and Chrissy (my sisters-in-law once removed or something along those lines) Third and last wave: Hammam, one of the dea

On New Year’s Day, I moved into the apartment in Campo San Maurizio, a somewhat quiet square nicely situated between Piazza San Marco and the Accademia bridge. Pictures of the flat will follow in a subsequent post, but here's the view of the quiet Campo from my window.   My first night in the apartment, I was a little spooked. I’m accustomed to a doorman downstairs in New York and to a reception desk downstairs in Venice. This building has a security system that’s digitized.

I’ve rented an apartment in Venice for the month of January. My sister Rosie had turned to me last January as we walked into our hotel here and said, “You should rent an apartment in Venice for a month next year.” My first thought was, “ You rent an apartment in Venice for a month next year." But silently I was warming to the idea within minutes, and by the next morning I’d resolved to rent an apartment in Venice for a month the following winter. So now it's the following wi

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