But on the hottest evenings, instead of going into town, we would go along the fine Pontelagoscuro road, cross the iron bridge over the river, and pedal side by side along the towpath, with the river on our right, and the Venetian countryside on our left, until, after another quarter of an hour, we reached the great isolated building of the Dogana Vecchia, now famous for fried eel, half-way between Pontelagoscuro and Polesella.
Bero handieneko arratsaldeetan, aldiz, hirira joan ordez, Pontelagoscurora zihoan errepide ederretik abiatzen ginen, Po gaineko burdinazko zubia igaro, eta elkarren ondoan pedalei eraginez ezponda gainetik, beste hamabost minuturen buruan iristen ginen Dogana Vecchia-ko etxe handi bakartira, Pontelagoscuro eta Polesella arteko erdibidean: aingira frijituagatik ospetsua zen leku hura.