Flash! August 4th! BLOOD & CHRYSANTHEMUMS is on sale for $1.99, wherever you get ebooks.
Now that’s out of the way …
As a change from book promotion, here are some vacation pictures instead. We went to Italy for two weeks in May. This was our first real travel since 2019 and our third trip to Venice, so it was a good warm-up for trying (again) to go to Spain.

We stayed in the Castello region, near the Arsenale. It was a great area, full of good restaurants, little shops with odd hours, people, dogs (and dog poop), and ordinary life.
We saw no shortage of animals, both real and imagined.



We went to our third Venice Biennale, which once again provided a wide variety of artistic experiences, from the beautiful to the baffling and everything in between. Don’t worry, I’m not going to subject you to the many, many pictures we took.







Then it was off to the Lido. Sadly, most of the resort beaches seemed to be closed. We trudged our way down to the public beach, paddled our hands in the Adriatic, and then headed back to Venice.

We spent two and half days in Bolzano, a four-hour train ride up into the Italian Alps. We were pleasantly surprised by the number of vineyards (and happily tasted the local wines) and my husband observed that his limited knowledge of German seemed more convincing than his less limited vocabulary in Italian.

Bolzano turned out to be a lovely town, with a pedestrian center full of restaurants, food stalls, and the best gelato we’d ever had. (Seriously, Gelateria Portogallo was mind-blowingly good. Go there.)

Despite the fact that the tourist board for the region brags that ‘the sun always shines’, our days there were mostly rainy and overcast. But we still managed to slog through the downpour up to Runkelstein Castle. We were rewarded by rooms of beautiful frescoes, a sleepy cat, and an amazing display of handmade musical instruments by the talented and energetic Max Castlunger. He was giving a tour and demonstrations to several wet families and enthusiastic kids who dutifully banged, tapped, and chimed on request. Ok, my husband was also happy to ‘bang a gong’ on cue.


The next day, the weather cleared enough for us to head up to the top of the Rittner horn ski resort, which involved two gondolas, a small train, and a bus. And another bus filled with students on the way back down to Bolzano.
Then it was back to Venice for one more afternoon of art and eating. Still one of my favourite places in the world.

All photos by Nancy Baker
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