Venice, the moon e. .. frost
was for the past five years since I set foot in Venice, so when my friend David asked me to a weekend outside the province, I joke because this was the goal (let's say I've broken enough to convince him).
Just time to leave your luggage at the hotel and we went to the rediscovery of this fascinating city. And as the first stop of the tour we chose ... McDonald. Okay, on the other hand I could not starve my traveling companion. I still walk I took advantage of the chance to experience its lagoon. The sun is soft and the relative tranquility of the winter period allowed me to better savor the canals, streets and hidden corners. Venice has always held a particular fascination for me because of the presence of this dense network of narrow and isolated points that give it an aura of mystery, and for the presence of water a bit dark 'intimidates me. When the evening we went for a walk to see the old town at night (what I never did) we ended up in deserted tunnels and bridges on canals completely dark, surrounded only by the shadows of those who turned the corner at the bottom of the street and the sound of footsteps and distant strangers. I enjoyed it like an idiot, imagining the Venice of 1600, masked and mysterious characters in this labyrinth run and then disappear swallowed by darkness. Instead David was eager to get to a place a little 'most popular and reassuring. Blessed be my unconscious that makes me appreciate certain things.
However, after seeing the Doge's Palace, the Cathedral and the area of the Academy, had already begun to get dark and we tried a place for dinner. We did not want to spend a fortune and, finding no other, we chose a restaurant with a tourist menu. I believe that spoken by the original owners were a lagoon on the Black Sea The fact is that we know how much we spent but we came out with hunger. Luck would have it on the way back we imbattessimo at a Chinese restaurant, and so, at half past ten, we found ourselves back at the table to enjoy a dish of noodles in broth with an unidentified type of vegetable (maybe they were the algae of the Grand Canal), but still good.
The next day, the program includes a visit to Murano and Burano. At the first island we arrived at around ten. Was it the bitter cold but there was absolutely no one around. After taken two steps were like two penguins hibernating so we went to the glass museum. Then we headed on the second island. The latter, smaller still and deserted in Murano, Venice so far away from the noise, giving a feeling of loneliness. Fortunately, the bright colors of the houses were compensating for the gray sky. There were a few degrees more would have extended the walk but we could not resist and so we took refuge in one of the few places open. At five o'clock our train was waiting for the return. Just enough time to see some more street and stop in the shop of perdition, better known as Lala Italy. For those not familiar, sells costume jewelry and there are things really nice and sbrilluccicose. There and then I could not resist the temptation to think of the number of industrial necklaces and earrings that I find myself at home. But now I regret it most bitterly. Having seen three stores within a mile even thought it was a franchise and I was convinced I could find a website or some online catalog, maybe a store not far from Verona. Quite the contrary, nothing absolutely. Nooooo! I'll go back to Venice in hopes of finding the pendant that I liked so much. Sometimes thrift is not for me.
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