Day 11 - afternoon
Leaving the restaurant early was the best decision I could have made. After all, there was so much to see and do here on this tiny little island of Burano so why waste my time and energy eating!
By walking down the main street which was a little bit wider than most of the other ones, several little cafes, terraces and restaurants lined up one after the other one and were all packed with tourists having a bite to eat or enjoying the beautiful day while drinking wine.
Local merchants sporting a big wide smile greeted us as we looked at their merchandise. Most of these stores sold handmade lace in various styles and colors and surprisingly on everything that it could be sewed on! Even though the temptation was there, I didn't purchase any!
What I did purchase though was two handmade cushion covers with scenes of Venice! How’s this for originality! I was surprised to see that the owner’s boutique spoke French. She was originally from France and had moved here on this island a while ago to continue the family trade of lace making! Let’s not forget, Burano is famous for its lace!
She had overheard Michel and I speak French so I guess she wanted to make us at ease even though we had spoken to her in English. Which proves one thing, always be careful with what you say because someone around you might speak your language! Ha, ha, ha!
Continuing on with our exploration of the island, side alleys were taken where brightly painted houses of various colors and styles had their own personalities and charms. Beautiful baskets full of flowers hanged from their windows while curtains installed in their doors danced by the soft blow of the breeze.
At this time of day, the sun was in a perfect position as it casted its rays on these quaint little houses. Their shadowy reflections lay of the canals surface looking just like a palette of bright colors. I could understand why they called this a photographer’s paradise because upon seeing all of this, I went wild jumping all over the place taking picture after picture each time a step was made.
Further down the main street, canals came into view as well as small bridges linking these colorful houses. I fell in love with the pink colored house but don’t think Michel would have liked living in a house of that color! He chose a darker shade like brown. Dull looking if you ask me. Ha, ha, ha!
Remembering what Ernesta had told us, the colors of the houses on Burano’s Island followed a specific system that originated in the golden age of its development. So, if centuries ago the original owner painted his house in a specific color such as pink, that in today’s day and age, you were stuck with that color and if you didn’t like it, well tough luck! You either lived there or moved out. Interesting facts!
Many small wooden bridges made it possible for us to cross over the flooded streets allowing us to wander on both sides of the canals. It was a delight to wander in an area where we couldn’t get lost even if we tried to. The island was so small. And yes, this small island of Burano was another place that I wished that I could live! So, how many places so far have I said this on my tour! Ha, ha, ha!
As they say, all good things must come to an end and it was exactly at 4:00pm when we left this small island of Burano after having explored it from top to bottom. Can’t say the same for the others who had stayed behind at the restaurant to eat their dessert! They now wished that they too had passed on it in order to have more time to stroll around the island.
As for me, I definitely could have spent a few more hours but felt greatly satisfied with what I’ve seen. It was now time to move on……Monique :-)