(Those people are such show-offs!)
I’m just kidding. This fantastic house is Palazzo Contarini del Bovolo (bovolo means “snail”). It’s right here in my neighborhood, and I am forever leading befuddled tourists down the narrow calle to find it, despite the fact that there are signs pointing the way to it. Usually these folks have walked into the calle about ten meters or so, seen nothing, given up, turned around and walked back out to Calle dei Fuseri, mildly irritated. They are delighted when I lead them all the way in and they see this lovely spiraling staircase with its cake icing-like decoration.
Why, I wonder, do so many people need to be spoon-fed everything? Where’s their sense of adventure and discovery?
