12/03/2025: The famous American writer Ernest Hemingway tried to do after inevitably falling into this "trap".
Hemingway arrived for the first time in Venice in 1948, and from that moment he continued to return and started writing again after ten years by publishing one of his last novels, "Aboth the river and among the trees". The story he tells is that of a somewhat crazy love, of an enveloping passion that, however, also gives that pinch of brio and playfulness that was missing in the protagonist's life. The story he tells is, in part, his story: that of his love for Venice, but also of what he found in Venice. In fact, during one of his stays, Hemingway fell in love with the nineteen-year-old noblewoman Adriana Ivancich, and between the two a relationship was born that in reality was never consumed until between the pages of his book. The thirty years of age difference and the fact that the man was married did not allow them to realize what they felt, but nothing could ever prevent the birth and growth of this relationship that continued even when he left for Cuba.
I'm sitting at Harry's bar, at the table reserved for him, where he used to pour his thoughts and stories on paper, always in the company of a few good glasses.
He prefers Martini Dry and we can say that he was the ideator, he called him the "Montgomery". The motivation is singular and dates back to wartime: Montgomery was a general with the reputation of attacking only when his forces were 15 against 1, the proportions of gin and vermouth of the now famous cocktail.
"BEYOND THE RIVER AND AMONG THE TREES" BY ERNEST HEMINGWAY
"The colonel looked up to look at the play of light on the ceiling. They were reflected, in part, from the channel.
They made strange but constant movements, changing, as is the current of a fresh watercourse, which remains there, continuing to mutate under the movements of the sun."
But maybe, after all, isn't this the magic of Venice? Isn't it a story that belongs a bit to anyone who sees it for the first time?
To his friend Bernard Berenson Hemingway wrote: "I'm a guy from Basso Piave... I'm an old fanatic of Veneto and this is where I'll leave my heart", along with those of many others who still beat hidden around the corner of some street.
🇬🇧Once in a lifetime, those who have lived there, even for a day, know this feeling well, this kind of light and carefree love, but at the same time an irrational, almost crazy way. Many characters have passed through his calli and his campielli trying, in their own way, to tell her and this is exactly what the famous American writer Ernest Hemingway tried to do after inevitably falling into this "trap". Hemingway arrived for the first time in Venice in 1948, and from that moment he continued to return and started writing again after ten years by publishing one of his last novels, "Aboth the river and among the trees". In fact, during one of his stays, Hemingway fell in love with the nineteen-year-old noblewoman Adriana Ivancich, and between the two a relationship was born that in reality was never consumed until between the pages of his book. That of Hemingway and Venice is, certainly, a love story, but not in the most conventional sense of the term: I'm sitting at Harry's bar, at the table reserved for him, where he used to pour his thoughts and stories on paper, always in the company of a few good glasses. He prefers Martini Dry and we can say that he was the ideator, he called him the "Montgomery". The motivation is singular and dates back to wartime: Montgomery was a general with the reputation of attacking only when his forces were 15 against 1, the proportions of gin and vermouth of the now famous cocktail. "BEYOND THE RIVER AND AMONG THE TREES" BY ERNEST HEMINGWAY "The colonel raised his eyes to watch the play of light on the ceiling. They were reflected, in part, from the channel." But maybe, after all, isn't this the magic of Venice? Isn't it a story that belongs a bit to anyone who sees it for the first time?
Meggiolaro Cristina.
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12/03/2025: Just the word: Harry'S Bar Cipriani. The silver cutlery, the linen tablecloth that is changed at the end of the meal, the service on a tray, I can't go into detail but, if you don't notice the details, don't come to this unique place!
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