It could be nothing more than a Goto. A glass. From Venice. Here's one of them above, hand blown. It was a gift from a friend who came to lunch earlier in the summer. He explained just what a Goto was.
When the blowers of Murano had lunch they blew glasses for themselves out of leftover bits of glass that happened to be in their pots.
There was no scheme to it, as there would have been for a proper Murano product. What happened in the blowing happened.
Once lunch was done they destroyed the glasses, throwing them back into the molten glass byproduct. It was apparently Peggy Guggenheim who spotted them and had the blowers make her a set for her palace on the grand Canal. Never before had these glasses been taken seriously.
This was the choice of wine for our little Sunday lunch at home. We seem to be on a theme of the Veneto today!
Except for where the food is concerned. Melanzane alla parmigiana.
That's me, plating up.