San Sebastiano Garden Hotel
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After navigating around the whole island we finally reached St Marks Square or San Marco( for the locals).. And our helpful friendly concierge not only booked us in but gave as the tourist spiel when all we wanted was the room! Thanks anyway, Mario.. We did remember it all..
With sunrise around 7:30 it didn't make much sense for us to rise any earlier either.. Like many European countries 8-9am seems relevant.
As with ...
... a jewish community living here and many men were sitting in the square relaxing when we arrived.
The square has a reverence about it, with people moving about quietly and respectfully. Two walks have plaques and picture depictions of the treatment and loss of jewish people.
These people have suffered so horrendously over so many centuries and I can't stand to think how sad all of their family histories are.
Time to move on and we worked our way back to St ...
... was now.
Arrived back in Feltre, and grateful that the car was still where we'd left it.
Back at the apartment, there were various pools of water around. Guess Feltre had had a storm too! Fortunately no real damage, just our pack of cards and a scoresheet. Paul laid the cards out to dry, but not hopeful that they'll be any good. While the scoresheet had to be tossed, the scores are imprinted onto the top of the white dresser for posterity.
... and amount of stuff being sold. Nicholas bought a face mask with a long nose.... It is amazing how a day can get away from one. We next tried to get to Murano island to see some glass blowing. We finally made it over on the ferry only to discover that they had stopped for the day. We made a few purchases but the children were really disappointed. As we came out a storm had blown up from nowhere and we got absolutely drenched. We were running around trying ...
... artists or Florence sites. Ours is Filippo Lippi and the only name we weren't familiar with. We had to look him up, although we should have had an idea from the prints in our room. He was a monk in the 1400s whose parents both died before he was two and his aunt sent him to the monastery soon after. One of his pictures here was familiar (a self-portrait of him as a young man) because Mum had it on one of her Italian artist placemats, so it was like a bit of home here!!