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Two hours in Venice

by Celeste Noche I was travelling from Ljubljana and the Slovenian carpool I’d taken dropped me off in Venice so I could catch my train to Florence. I’d been to Venice once before: it was March of 2010, I hadn’t fully transitioned to shooting in manual (see here and here), and I caught a cold. This time was different. It was late summer, it was still fairly busy with people, and I had two hours. I had big plans to find an old bookshop but, of course, got lost. I think it worked out better this way. I caught glances of quiet squares and deserted canals. It was past noon and although the sun hadn’t quite hit golden hour, it allowed me to see the city in a warmth I had missed that March years ago. And even though I ended up in a panic, not sure if I’d make it back in time for my train, it was well worth it, because seeing Venice always is.   All photos by Celeste Noche. A version of this post first appeared here. …

Anna and her tiramisu

by Celeste Noche Anna is not a chef— she’s a nonna. That’s not to say she couldn’t cook on par with Mario Batali (omg that’d be the best Iron Chef battle ever) but rather, she doesn’t view herself as an expert in what she does even if I (and the rest of the DaVinci fam) might beg to differ. Not being a chef is what makes her special— she’s not an expert because she has no need to study or become a master— all of her skills and knowledge are innately part of who she is. She is a chef as much as she is a person but mostly, she’s a nonna. Every Sunday, Anna makes tiramisu for her family. She’s been married for 51 years to her husband Edo and they are the proud parents of two daughters and five grandchildren. When I asked her how she learned to cook, she didn’t have much to say except that what she knew only came from being in the kitchen with her own mother and mother-in-law. …

Places to Go: Bodega Bay

by Celeste Noche As I write this from my cold Portland apartment, the sun seems like a distant memory- a golden dream that I took for granted for the first 25 (or so) years of my life as a California native (well, that’s not exactly true- I grew up in a city known for its fog). But I digress. In August I spent a long weekend up- err, down- in Bodega Bay with two of my dearest friends and roommates from college, Anna and Jenna. In college, we used to joke about the fact that we liked to stay in and cook like Suzy Homemakers instead of going out and doing what all of the other college seniors did. This weekend wasn’t any different.