Souvenir of Venice
The first night in Bologna we took a cab to our friend Alberto's delightful villa where we enjoyed a typical Italian four-course meal prepared by him. His wife, Federica and two children were in new York, where Federica was running in the New York City Marathon, so we didn't get to meet her until the Grand Gala Dinner in Sansepolcro.
The next morning the heavens opened up. As we'd earmarked this day for Venice, we thought, 'so it's raining' and walked across to the station with high hopes that the day would clear; no such luck!
Well, Venezia's streets were awash and the water was creeping into the shops. Paths of planks had been constructed in some of the streets for those who didn't wish to wade. We bought umbrellas and ponchos and strolled along, oblivious to the water; we just couldn't believe we were in Venice.
We asked a shopkeeper the directions to St. Mark's Square and were told, 'an hour's walk that way'! If it had been a fine day we would have walked but we headed back the way we came and thought about taking a water bus but changed our minds when we saw the sea of black umbrellas waiting to board. So we walked over the first bridge and sloshed around the little streets, eventually taking refuge in a tiny little café for lunch.
After nearly 3 hours we decided to leave and I'm now very sorry that we didn't wait in line for that Vaporetto, as I know we'll probably never pass that way again!
Many shops like this
The mask is in pride of place
in my music room
along with Beethoven and Bach
I must get a bust of Verdi...