Venice Saved bites off its final Thursday and spits it to the curb. Outside it feels like spring, and inside the mood is correspondingly high. The house is oversold – will there possibly be enough gift bags to go around?
Luminaries punctuate the tables like ellipses in a drunkard’s narrative. If ahything the beverage count has slipped even further: 7 waters, 1 coffee, 1 ice tea.
The soundtrack has drifted into “Gallow’s Pole” as the folks from PS122 try to figure out the final count for the night, fussing over whether to hold for late-comers or to go ahead – a fussing that finds a natually sympathetic echo in the plangent tones of Mr. Plant.
And with that … it looks like we are off …