| lupercus @ 2004-04-15 15:03:00 |
| Current mood: | felice |
| Current music: | Gladrags advert, sung by the Boy Who Is Going to Regret It |
Day One: Venice.
Well, this holiday is off to a memorable start start start start start start start.
Venice is as I remember it, lovely and busy and wet. Sirius promptly fell into a canal as soon as we arrived, thus making our check-in a bit hurried. The room smells faintly of wet dog and strongly of Harry's socks, which I suspect he has not changed since his second year.
Yesterday was of course Sirius's birthday, and it would be rude of me to state his age here, though if you are curious you ought to ask him to relate his eye-witness account of the sinking of the Titanic. It's really quite detailed. Harry and I took Methuselah on a lovely tour of St Mark's Basilica, which was tremendous as you would expect it to be. Those Muggles were really quite talented in their construction back in the day. It's amazing what a little faith (and a lot of lira) can accomplish.
When Sirius's tired old bones began to creak in protest, we went back to the hotel and enjoyed a reasonably quiet evening before heading back out for dinner. Harry got to experience the best in Italian cuisine, which turned out to be peanut butter and jelly once he realised that true Italian spaghetti is not the sort that he's used to. There are actual tomatoes in it, for one. There is no adventure in the boy at all. He is not a Gryffindor, this is all a clever ruse. You have all been fooled.
Tonight we are taking the train to Florence. I've been wanting to see the Ponte Vecchio for ages, and Harry's never seen it, and while neither he nor Sirius have an appreciative bone in their sad little bodies, they are going to get some culture if it kills them. Then we will stay in Eremo di Monte Giove, which is a monastery. It's terribly relaxing to stay in one, to exist in endless silence and study and schedule. I think after such a hectic year Harry will find a little peace in it. Sirius may go insane, but we all know that will be a very short journey.
Right, I am off to lock the Rhyming Bard in a trunk. Ciao.
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