This is my “Weegee” shot of Harry’s Bar, the famous Venetian watering hole preferred by Ernest Hemingway, the ultra-glam Biennale crowd, and various other luminaries. (I love this photo because it makes me imagine Harry’s situated on one of New York City’s mean streets, thus blurring the line between my two hometowns for a brief moment.)
Everybody who visits Venice should come to Harry’s once for a drink (although I would draw the line at ordering the puny €13,00 Bellini, which was created here, like the €35,00 carpaccio).
