Venice and Istanbul. Plunder and survival. Their stories entwine across the centuries. So does their food. Yashim’s third adventure sends Palewski to Venice, on the trail of a lost portrait. It’s a story of false identity, murder and disguise. And eating.
“Palewski lay full-length on a magnificent old carpet. He was propped over a book, wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat and a pair of blue cotton trousers. His feet were bare. A jug and glass of what looked like lemonade stood at his elbow.