travelswithalice

We knew the Villa Foscari was on the Brenta Canal as we had seen it those many years ago on a burchiello cruise. It took us the better part of an hour anyway to figure out how to get there and then where to park when we got there. Only to find out that the villa was closed.

Back at the hotel, we had a drink on the balcony, followed by a light supper. I had pasta. Mezze maniche with ricotta and olives and tomatoes. It was okay but in the end I found the pasta too heavy and the ricotta not a very satisfying substitute for the burrata mozzarella that was originally on the menu but was unavailable then.

We were eagerly awaiting the rising of the full moon but Nick, the waiter was not very encouraging. Rain was forecast for the evening.

Not eager to walk in the wet around the tiny town which we had virtually covered in a fifteen minute walk the night before, we retired early and watched "Ripley's Game."

Every so often, I checked if the moon had made an entrance yet above the hill and behind the rain clouds.

It finally did, halfway into the movie. So we put Ripley on hold while we tried to photograph the camera-shy full moon.