Breakfast will never be the same again! Sitting in the interior courtyard of the Metropole Hotel surrounded by urns and other antiquities (and protected from pigeons by a canopy), we munched on fruit mousse, assorted artisan breads, Venetian cheeses, delicately sliced fruits, fresh croissants AND CHOCOLATE! You could also have granola and prunes but since that need has passed we move onto better things.
So on a full stomach I pulled out the Grancino, tuned it and warmed up to play some Vivaldi Sonatas that I have uncovered. With the window open over the small canal beside the hotel the sound resonated to the boats below. I did not feel any Vivaldi vibes. Maybe I was playing out of tune or wrong notes? But it is a wonderful feeling to know that I am sleeping, eating and playing my violin in the space on this earth that he worked in, but 300 years later.