You resist the urge to take out your smartphone and capture the sight because you know that you’d be depriving your eyes of such an enchanting view, something so steeped in history but still modern, existing here, something you might not witness again.
You decide to turn left down a deserted street with red brick walls towering on either side—the passage couldn’t be more than a few feet wide. You wander down into a courtyard where there’s the most beautiful cylindrical tower with a spiral staircase: Scala Contarini Del Bovolo. Eighty ascending steps later you are taking in the view of Venetian rooftops & Basilica steeples. Breathtaking.
You lose track of time feeling like a Shakespearean lovebird until your stomach grunts as it craves one very important part of Venice—the food.
The endless options leave you struggling to decide until you happen upon a chalkboard with “Cicchetti” written in cursive. An Italian man beckons you inside the Bacari, saying, you must try!
As you’re sitting at the counter, the gentleman (who you’ve now learned is Andrea) is making you an Aperol Spritz. You didn’t order it but he claims it will be the best in all of Venice. The back wall is covered in baby pictures & family photos, which you later learn is Andrea’s family.
He serves you your drink, and he wasn’t lying, it’s amazing—somehow sweet and tart at the same time. Andrea then places your Cicchetti in front of you. You dig in and each little savory bite is better than the last, all the while you watch activity out on the street. You hear the faint singing of a gondolier in the distance and are drawn to it.