
Tail propulsion in the form of tiny, sturdy, radiant yellow fins. Or, yet another reason why I’ve (almost) sworn off tuna.

Tail propulsion in the form of tiny, sturdy, radiant yellow fins. Or, yet another reason why I’ve (almost) sworn off tuna.

I don’t know how long it had been there and I hadn’t noticed it — but right outside my door, under the sottoportego at the water’s access, some art has appeared. It is the most delightful thing, I wish I knew who to thank.

Almost every travel guide will conscientiously advise you that when dining in Venice, don’t skip the fish. You’d do well to heed it…
