Celebrity Square: At St Marks Square, Venice
After cycling across Europe we have a day to spend in Venice, to see the sights, to celebrate our family achievement, to blend in with the thousands of tourists who have travelled far and wide to see this unique city of canals and culture. And, as it turns out, to see a real Celebrity arrive in St Marks Square Venice…
Sorry, no entry to the Basilica
My bare arms get me banned from the eclectic marble mayhem of the Basilica San Marcos in St Mark’s Square. It reminds me of our arrival in Santiago de Compostela, when after a month spent cycling the Camino de Santiago we couldn’t complete the traditional pilgrimage rituals because of maintenance work in some areas of the cathedral. Back then the cathedral was the point and pinnacle of our journey, while today I just want to get out of the heat. Still, it is annoying. It doesn’t matter whether or not I’m a believer, whether or not I’ve crossed the Alps on a tandem to get here, or that we’ve been round most churches in Europe in little more than swimming costumes; in Venice bingo wings cannot be seen in a sacred space. I’m not sure whether to stamp my feet or congratulate them on their fashion policing.
Aubergine napkin madam?
A man in dark glasses tries to sell me a large aubergine coloured paper napkin to wrap around my shoulders. I decline, send the family on into the Basilica and retreat back out to the square, against the flow of the tide. At three in the afternoon it is still forty degrees, and the queue for the cathedral is showing as much sign of abating as the queue of pigeons looking for sweet-corn from the tourists. I step over both, looking for shade to sit in. There is none. Anyway, I’m not allowed to sit down, as sitting is prohibited on the grounds that the square is a living work of art. If I sit down I risk a fine. Art is not all about self expression here. Although if I wanted to sit in a bar selling a bellini for an overinflated price then that would be fine; in fact the throng of hovering white jacketed waiters would be almost pleased to see me.
Suddenly the sky goes dark
I am looking at the nuns. A group of them are milling around taking pictures of themselves against the backdrop of the church. They aren’t involved in the queue for the basilica; perhaps their vocation entitles them to a fast-track pass of the worlds’ churches, a kind of ecumenical Disneyland scheme. The pigeons sense there’ll be no snacks forthcoming from ladies in white dresses and steer clear of them. Then it happens.
The only thing I can compare it to is an eclipse. The sky goes dark, and the birds calm down. The Italian lap dogs are stiller than ever. For a moment, probably a rare moment, there is a silence across the square. And then people begin to surge forward, towards the far end, where the vaporettas dock every few minutes to disgorge their tourist cargo, lifting the water to very edge of this historic and internationally celebrated bit of mud swamp.
All eyes on the arriving celebrity
People are shouting, “Look, Look” in every language; even the nuns are sprinting forward with their cameras. I turn back to see what is going on and the landscape has changed. A Celebrity has arrived. A Celebrity so massive it dwarfs everything on the horizon; even a cathedral that has been dazzling people for hundreds of years, with its ornate columns, Italian masterpieces and golden mosaics. Stuart has our camera; it seems I am the only person in the vicinity to see this vision with my own eyes rather than through a lens.
The queue for the cathedral has dispersed. More people surge forward with cameras poised to fill in the darkness left by a disenfranchised sun. There’s a flash of silver in the sky above. For a moment I think it’s the Lord Almighty’s flashbulb. But no, it’s tourists in the sky; even the flights to Venice with Monarch are watching this. All around tourists snap and flash at the Celebrity. And the visitor snaps and flashes back at this historic monument. This ‘living work of art’; those who’ve come to worship, to appreciate great Venetian architecture, or just enjoy an ice cream with a pigeon on their head; all are captured in stillness forever.
The Celebrity casts a shadow over Venice
The Celebrity X cruise ship is five or six stories high, and from this far away its passengers look like the animated pin people in the movie Titanic. There are thousands of them; standing outside their bedrooms, on the upper decks. I imagine them clutching champagne, confetti and Cavalli handbags and congratulating themselves. They are, after all, on the cruise ship of cruise ships; so rich and commercially successful that it can dock near the square and sail right past; as close as you can get, at the peak spot of three o’ clock in the afternoon. No question of gondoliers arguing with something this big.
A touch of modernity, glamour, darkness
Celebrity X Cruises strives to give St Mark’s Square what it lacks; some modern glamour; some topical interest, some of that must have X factor. In one of the most famous squares in the world, celebrity still counts and money can buy you the best view. And how can a painting or a fusty old church compete with a cruise liner that can outshine the sun? Just as the thronging August tourists themselves eat into the beauty of the square and its buildings, this steel hulk, travelling in the name of culture and glamour, overshadows the sculptures, masterpieces and buildings. For a moment it’s just them, watching us, watching them. Giotto is risotto. The cruiser moves on, so slowly you have to pinch yourself that it is moving at all. But it is. It has other cities to brighten, other photo calls to attend.
And then she’s gone
It’s all over and people begin to form orderly queues once more. The sun takes its place back in the sky and people begin to sweat again. On the Grand Canal the gondoliers get back to work in the wake of the behemoth. My kids run out of the church to tell me that anything good to see in Venice comes with an extra charge.
Not quite everything, I reply. Everyone in this square has just taken home a picture, a living work of art, containing a real life celebrity, for free.
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