The Take
Go in December. The city is yours in a way it will not be in any other month.
By Albert & Nouri Beesemer — independently visited. No sponsored placements. Ever.
Venice in winter rewards the traveler who arrives with the right expectations — which is to say, fewer of them. The city is not trying to impress you. It stopped trying several centuries ago, when it became clear that the effort was unnecessary. It is simply there, doing what it has always done, waiting for the people who understand what they are looking at.
Go in December if you can. The fog comes in off the lagoon in the mornings. The acqua alta, when it arrives, is navigable — the city has been managing it for centuries and so will you. Bring waterproof boots, not because it is certain, but because the peace of mind is worth the luggage space. The city asks nothing of you except that you walk slowly and pay attention.
Nolinski is where we would stay again without hesitation. The Venice Venice Hotel and Palazzina Grassi at a similar price point are also strong choices — we have visited both but have not stayed. Da Ivo is where we would eat on the first night. Ganar is where we would spend a slow afternoon. Pasticceria Marchini Time is where we would go every morning — standing at the bar, espresso in hand — and hope, just slightly, that the generous couple from last time might be there again.
On our first visit, an older couple we had only watched from across the room — having their coffee quietly, the way people do when a city has been home for decades — paid our bill on the way out without ever catching our eye.
They probably would not be there again. But Venice, in winter, is the kind of city that makes you think they might.
