After a very wonderful, stimulating, exiting, rewarding week in Rome, I finally tore myself away and traveled on (by train) to Venice. The city is beautiful, of course. But so confusing. I walked in circles for hours it seemed. It took me an hour and a half to find my way back to the B&B when it should have taken ten minutes! The shopkeepers are so tired of people asking how to get somewhere they don’t answer questions usually. Just wave you away. Next time I go to Venice I will bring a compass and a friend to talk to when I get lost. A couple of people were helpful, but not many.
The view from my B&B in the early morning light:
and the canal at dusk, my first evening there:
On my full day in Venice, I went to San Marco, into the chapel, up the bell tower to view all of Venice in panorama, around the canals, to many churches to see Tintorettos, Berninis, Titians, and other masterpieces. Also the Jewish ghetto. Might as well see my roots in Europe! Now I’ve been to the ghetto in Rome and in Venice. My big purchase was a pair of Italian boots. They will be very handy here in Nova Scotia. It's snowing already. And cold. Makes we want to go back to Rome.
Most of the streets are so narrow you have to turn sideways to pass. And laundry hanging out to dry was a common sight. A traditional vote for ecological sanity.
After so much walking I was ready to get on the train the next morning and go on to Zurich for the exhibition of my paintings.
Posted by leya at December 3, 2007 12:52 PMGorgeous--except that the picture of the canals reminds me of New Orleanns post-K.
Posted by: sue at December 3, 2007 07:23 PMOh, Sue, that's a sad reminder. They say the water is increasing in Venice too but so are the tourists.
Posted by: Leya at December 3, 2007 08:15 PM