From the outdoor deck on the local ferry, il vaporetto, Venice glistened, shimmered and glowed. We agreed that the incredible view was worth every chilly minute.
Venice is blissfully quiet.
It probably shouldn't have come as a surprise, but no cars means no traffic noise.
And while we joined many hundreds of tourists snaking our way along the narrow streets, or flocking to San Marco piazza and the Doges' Palazzo,
with just a gondola or two, quietly slipping by.
The island of Burano was vaguely familiar to us,
but the intensity of the colours was surprising, as were the number of people taking 1000s of photos. Even photos of people taking photos.
But the biggest surprise for both of us was how much we loved Venice.
Almost thirty years ago we'd visited Venice on chilly, drizzly winter days. We remembered only the dampness, the smells and the pigeons. Well actually, I only remembered the pigeons.
After a week of wandering through Venice we've surprised ourselves by becoming fans of this incredible city, in spite of the ongoing pigeon plague.
After a week of wandering through Venice we've surprised ourselves by becoming fans of this incredible city, in spite of the ongoing pigeon plague.
Venice was a surprisingly relaxed place start to our homeward journey.
Arrivederci a Venezia e salute a Londra.
Where we stayed
A basic but warm one bedroom apartment, in a handy location close to the train station. Definite bonus was that we didn't need to wheel our little bags too far over the cobblestone streets. Homeaway link CLICK HERE
Where we ate
We didn't find any fantastic places to recommend except for the Gelateria Nico, where the locals get their gelato CLICK HERE