Quello che sto facendo per le vacanze Parte il secondo

So, anyway, there we were sitting at the Ristorante Beccafico in Campo San Stefano enjoying a magnificent meal and the sight of the Venetians promenading past us on their nightly passegiata. Restaurant packed and a queue waiting for tables. I had prebooked (Emma Ah Cheh Cappa Ee Eh) so was feeling pretty smug until I spotted that the people waiting were being plied with free drink.

An elderly gentleman wandered up to the front of the restaurant. Sudden commotion. The proprietor rushed forward, greeted him effusively and ushered him to the only free table in the place. All he ordered was a glass of water and a mixed salad but every single waiter in the place took the chance to hover attentively and to have a chat. They all called him ‘Maestro’. Continue reading “Quello che sto facendo per le vacanze Parte il secondo”