Flip the pages of the record of people whose will to change the perspective of art was ablaze, and its heat was tangible enough for entire Europe during the era of the Renaissance. Pay a visit to the museum of the famous Leonardo Da Vinci, from whose mind had flown absolutely ingenious models of flying machines; whose deft hands gave us the well-known face; the veiled countenance of Mona Lisa. Her ethereal features and the sweet smile has won kudos from great artists of today and will continue to do so henceforth.
We were not fortunate enough to lay our eyes upon his greatest of works, but, standing on the porch of the house of Vinci's innovative collection, we could still feel the fire of his fabrications and how he had once strived to make them a reality.
There is one thing about history; the more you caress it, the hungrier you get-- seriously. We were so absorbed in the weight and impact of the Renaissance, that we had completely forgotten our stomachs until it gave a call for help, and asserted its presence.
No fool would actually visit Italy and not treat his taste buds with some authentic pasta. The medley of the kinds of pasta up for grabs in the streets of Venice is indeed colourful and whimsical. Shapes, sizes and colours; these were the basis of discernment of the pasta. Lasagne, ravioli, penne, macaroni, rigatoni, fusilli, farfalle and a lot, lot more. Walk into a Giacomo Rizzo store, the most venerable house of pasta in Italy. Starting off in 1905, this guy made handmade pasta and was instantaneously loved by all Venetians. So, the prodotti artigianali (handcrafted products) marked pasta is the best of best.
In Italy pasta is often eaten with pesto sauce. It is a sauce made out of basil and other odoriferous herbs. Personally, I am not very fond of it, especially when it is accompanied by cheese. But, it is liked a lot by the world. My Indian taste buds are not very used to such kinds of food which reek a bit more than normal; no offence to pesto, though! But, they are adventurous enough to go around the world tasting anything vegetarian, let me tell you that.
Some mornings are simply beautiful. The ones where you feel like spending your time standing in a balcony, listening to old pop music, and feed the birds-- they are regular visitors of Venice. So, on one such pleasant morning, when the day got a bit lazier and hungrier, we set off for the St. Mark Square, or the Piazza San Marco.