The Artists house is a prescious stone in one (at least to me) of the (still) most authentic districts of Venice. It makes one feel hidden in history and connected to the now and here at the same time - the neighborhood is a potpourri of an ambiance - vivid and calm at the same time, well served and easy to get there and go from. After 24 hours, it felt like I have been living in Venice since a long time - after 72 hours, I was about planting fresh plants in the pots in front of the entrance (but than time lacked to make it happen) and talked to Venetian dames and their cats (in Venetian dialect) during warm evenings at the square close by. Katia and Paolo made all my requests work out and even if I know that I can be a challenging guest, we always found a positive solution to any question or exigence. At the entrance of the Calle, there is a paper sheet glued to the wall - it says: "Io voglio che la mia poesia sia la poesia di tutti - voglio leggermi e farmi leggere nelle strade del mondo." To the point!