Just Follow the Yellow-Striped Acqua Alta Platforms…

Written 3/11/18

I imagined a lot of things in my first Italy imagined post, but I didn’t expect to find the fountain of youth. After nearly 24 hours of traveling, I’ve come to believe it’s a shower, a good night’s sleep and cup of coffee, and maybe some gelato for good measure. I honestly feel 3-5 years younger. All of today was absolutely incredible and informative. The lecture in the morning was interesting, and when we went to the Basilica and I looked up and saw the Byzantine style art we had been discussing only hours ago, the only word I can use to describe it is: WOW.


Above: Basilica San Marco

Earlier today when we were at the Correr Museum I was intrigued by the huge map of map(s) of Venice. It reminded me of Leonardo’s maps as described in Frank Zollner’s compilation of his drawings. “The artist’s prime focus, however falls upon the numerous rivers and their identification; clearly recognizable are the watersheds from where the smaller rivers flow either into the Tiber, the Chiana valley, or the Mediterranean (536).” I think it is no surprise that a man who contributed so many earth shattering ideas focused his cartography on the main channels that new ideas were disseminated in a pre-Industrial Revolution world. Venice also had printing presses at the time of the Renaissance, and I think the fact that this city has a legacy of producing and spreading ideas, makes studying Leonardo’s ideas in it all that more significant.

When wandering around Venice my group made it a point to get lost. We decided to wander and walk down as many alley ways as possible to just enjoy our time here and get a sense of the feeling of simply existing within the unique city of Venice. Only some alleys were acceptable, and we occasionally had to bypass one in search of a “dirtier”, “more authentic” Venetian alleyway. In our wanderings we stumbled across an amazing smell wafting out of a tiny tucked away restaurant, where we then decided to eat dinner. The tiramisu was amazing and we then sloshed our way through the Acqua Alta over to the concert.

If I had to pick one crown jewel of our day today I would choose the Vivaldi concert. Firstly, the performers were supremely talented musicians. As I sat in the funky three-person chair apparatus I was struck by how much I noticed the Renaissance influence on our surroundings. From the polyphonous sounds, to the perspective paintings, to the neoclassical style of the columns behind the musicians, everything gleamed of the “new” paradigm in which we still mostly ascribe to today. Deborah Howard describes, “As every concert - goer and opera enthusiast knows, the impact of the occasion - including the acoustics, the visual impression and the public reaction - is inextricably entwined with the musical performance itself (195).” If I was sitting in my room in San Servolo listening to Vivaldi on Spotify, I do not think I would have noticed, maybe not even cared, about the ways in which the Renaissance affected music. Because there was so much beauty and splendor in the concert hall, both aesthetically and in terms of historical significance, I saw Vivaldi’s work in a new light.

As I was noticing all these things, I felt like more than a tourist, I felt like a scholar. While I am a super cringey classic American tourist when attempting to interact with the locals in my plastic water proof-ish booties, I can almost feel the boundary between life and classroom blurring when doing the more historically based tourist activities. I think this allows me to appreciate this city more and glean a more rewarding experience than a tourist with no knowledge of the city or its history.



Above: View of the Acqua Alta from the platforms
Below: Italian haute couture on the streets of Venice


High tide and good night!

-- Ally

Sources

Howard, Deborah, and Laura Moretti. Sound and Space in Renaissance Venice Architecture, Music, Acoustics. Yale University Press, 2009, Pp. 195-203.

Zöllner, Frank. Leonardo da Vinci The Complete Paintings and Drawings. Taschen, 2011.




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