There are times when pictures say it all. Especially when a gondolier makes a valiant attempt at a three point turn in a gondola.
A Stroll through Venice’s Ghetto
I sat in a quiet square in the Venetian sunshine, staring at the alps. Some cats played about my feet. All manner of boats plied the waters, from sleek water taxis to the occasional ambulance. Across the water lay the Italian mainland, and I watched as the planes came in, bringing more visitors to this glorious city. Behind me stretched Venice’s Ghetto.
Wandering in Venice
I started my day standing at the bar in a cafe in Venice, drinking an espresso and eating a chocolate croissant. The croissant was still warm, and the chocolate melted as I bit into the flaky pastry. I’d found the cafe in a little alley somewhere near my apartment. I stood surrounded by locals, all of us taking seriously the art of waking up and facing the day.
It proved to be a day of wandering, the turns and twists as I got lost filled with amazing finds.
A Small Green Door
I flew into Venice on a clear blue day. Below me the lush farmlands of the Veneto morphed into marshes bordering on the sea. A network of small islands followed, before the beauty of Venice overshadowed them all. I could see every part of the city, from the Ghetto to the crowds milling outside San Marco.
Venice and the Church of the Skiing Jesus
So I’m going to rot in hell. But, seriously – doesn’t he look like the patron saint of skiers and snowboarders?
Just another wonder in the mysterious city of Venice.
St Francis, Coffee, Making Lists and Venice.
I paid my 3 Euro, and entered to high vaulted ceilings and marble floors. Although the height of summer, the place was virtually empty; the tombs on the floor outnumbered the visitors. For me, the Basilica Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari proved one of the best art galleries I visited in Venice. Furthermore, if I hadn’t been in the habit of making lists and keeping them in my camera bag, I would’ve missed it all together.