Not a very old postcard: April 14, 1983. But the view is unusual because it’s so far back from the Bridge of Sighs and the Canonica. As usual, a bunch of gondolas are jammed up jockeying for position. I started getting to know gondoliers in 1996 and knew a few of the guys who worked this area. I wonder if any of them are in this photo?
Mom and Dad write:
“I mailed cards a few days ago & found I didn’t have enough stamps. Lack of communication. You may never get the first so tho’t I’d start over. Have been to surrounding cities and Tues. we went to Venice. Very unique. We may go back next week. My cold is still with me & I hope each day it will leave. Have bought a few items. Hope it won’t run like pink when I get home. Have had only 2 sunny days. Sort of raw. It is all great to see but no place like USA. Hope all is well with you. Think of you weekend of 15th. Love, Mom & Dad
Okay, I might have gotten some of that wrong. “Run like pink?” Help me out here, dear readers! And the final line, did I get that right?
And I must ask: Why do some people write such banal things on postcards? Why use such precious space to admit that you ran out of stamps? Why not instead wax poetic about your gondola ride, or the moonlight on the water, or the crooner at your canalside restaurant, or your spaghetti alle vongole or your first bellini?