Hot cheese sandwiches and champagne cocktails at the English bar

The fortnight at Venice passed quickly and sweetly—perhaps too sweetly; I was drowning in honey, stingless. On some days life kept pace with the gondola, as we nosed through the side-canals and the boatman uttered his plaintive musical bird-cry of warning; on other days, with the speed-boat bouncing over the lagoon in a stream of sunlit foam; it left a confused memory of fierce sunlight on the sands and cool, marble interiors; of water everywhere, lapping on smooth stone, reflected in a dapple of light on painted ceilings; of a night at the Corombona palace such as Byron might have known, and another Byronic night fishing for scampi in the shallows of Chioggia, the phosphorescent wake of the little ship, the lantern swinging in the prow and the net coming up full of weed and sand and floundering fishes; of melon and prosciutto on the balcony in the cool of the morning; of hot cheese sandwiches and champagne cocktails at the English bar. Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

About Milo

I write about anything and everything which may include, but is not limited to: travel, photography, television, books, cinema, the arts and importantly - food and wine. And I’m desperately seeking Steven. Among other things.
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One Response to Hot cheese sandwiches and champagne cocktails at the English bar

  1. thejjmg says:

    I know this wasn’t your goal in writing this post but now I’m hungry ;-)

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