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Another Venetian day
... evangelist, rescued from Constantinople (now Istanbul) when they were about to be destroyed by a Muslim mob. We came for for a pre-dinner recuperate as we are both feeling rather weary at the moment. Everyone told us 6 weeks was a good length of time to be away overseas and now we know why! Then out to a dinner of salmon and tiramusu, washed down with a lovely Venetian bianco. We were warned how expensive Venice ...
Canal City
... the 1500s! Incredibly old and delicate and beautiful. Even the new stuff is all 100% hand-made by a few women with some needles and thread. And hence, very expensive as well. I picked up a hanky that was 200 Euros... who would blow their nose on something that cost so much?! So left that alone.
We did, however, indulge in the other Burano classic – the cookie. The traditional one is in an s-shape to mirror the grand canal, ...
To See Venice and Die
... learned the movement of the sun from him; I know now how to avoid getting my shadow in the shot. I have learned to indulge the artist's whims, and to not look askance when he suddenly runs off, mid conversation, to obsessively shoot the same thing five times. Reaching the railway station, we hopped on board a vaporetto, not yet crowded with fresh waves of tourists vomited forth from the station. Standing on the side of the boat, we got a tour of ...
Venezia
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After the gallery, we had some lunch and walked to the other side of town to go to the Ventian Ghetto. We found the Ghetto museum and looked around the museum a little while we waited for the tour to start. The tour was a ...
The Classic Water City
... She didn't speak a lick of English so our broken conversations involved me using Spanish, her answering in Italian, and an interesting mixture of hand gestures and head shaking to come to the agreement that I could rent a space in her attic to spend the night. She earned her nickname from her ability to sit perfectly still in front of a blank TV screen for hours with her death-shroud-like shawl until the phone rang, at which point she would promptly rise from the dead to run and ...