Venice, the city on waters, July 2007 |
3 days with our daughter Carolyn |
a view from our hotel room |
boats passing |
very nice to wake up to their sound |
down our "street" |
still from our window |
our ceiling |
out Carolyn's window |
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anything goes |
from Carolyn's window |
looking the other way |
and her ceiling |
more of our appartment |
on the first night |
then we had to move |
one floor down |
from the bathroom |
looking toward the canal |
or the shower |
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and the toilet |
and people walking about |
minding their own business |
turning the corner |
under the bridge |
one of 8 bridges |
one had to cross |
from the train station |
to our hotel |
Here are some examples |
of bridges |
They are lovely |
especially if you don't have |
any suitcases to carry |
as we did when we moved in |
and when we moved out |
3 days later |
Carolyn with her mom |
after we rested a bit |
from moving in |
gelato abounds |
with her Daddy |
you can park anywhere |
the question is |
how does one get |
to some of those boats |
For example |
Here at sundown |
the doggy lost his ball |
and the good master |
let him have it:) |
some other dogs don't get loose |
Even grass grows in Venice |
not much |
Mostly water and our 1st gondola |
I'm on the hunt of gondolas |
and cute bridges |
and some nice facades |
so forgive all these |
mostly redundant pictures |
Have to get this snap shot |
when there are both |
facades and other things |
Our 1st dinner |
the fish was filet at our table |
After dinner we pass |
by a gallery |
with nice sculptures |
then sit in a cafe |
at Saint Marco Piazza |
and listen |
to a concert |
till midnight |
In the morning |
people get ready |
for their work day |
and we just keep on walking |
and catching more bridges |
after a nice breakfast |
served in our room |
On the Realto bridge |
another nice sculpture |
and gondolas passing by |
full or empty |
Some are waiting |
for customers |
Opera singers getting customers too |
and life goes on in the merry city |
We finally made it back |
to saint Marco Piazza |
admiring the cathedral |
and the pigeons |
and the people |
who feed the pigeons |
just for a snap shot |
Some are getting in lines |
We are looking for ours |
we are going to |
the Doges palace |
and museum |
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Long lines there too |
so we wait |
until we get in |
into the court yard |
memorable |
We can even see it |
from the windows |
above |
I'm more interested |
in roofs |
and such |
that I can see |
from the windows |
of the Doges palace |
The Doges |
like the Mediccis in Florence |
were the ruling elite |
and governed the area |
around the renaissance time |
from Medieval ages |
wonderful little views |
from the cracks in the windows |
in the dungeons |
or prison |
where prisonners were kept |
behind iron gates |
and cold walls |
hardly any light |
I wouldn't want to be here |
but for a fast peak |
it's ok |
on the way out |
wells are all over |
and more bridges |
of course |
from secret locations |
getting out of the palace |
finally |
a gondola on display |
gondolas port |
amazing how gondoliers stare only from the right |
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no matter |
what direction |
they are going to |
and no accidents |
that I know of:) |
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someone famous on a horse |
and who is on this bridge? |
if not Joel and Care? |
waiting for me:) |
poor Joel who never gets |
photographed |
except today:) |
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it seemed like a nice lunch place |
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but no tables for 3:( |
anywhere nice |
oh well |
we won't starve |
endless walking |
until we find a market place |
for care to shop |
and for us to sit down |
and have some coffee |
among all the masks |
and glass |
and souvenirs |
so much to choose from |
that we delay |
to tomorrow |
when we'll visit |
the Island of glass |
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In the meantime Joel snores |
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walking back home |
i.e., hotel |
to take a rest |
in our new appartment |
one floor down |
I can even sit on the window sill |
and watch those boats from closer |
and joke w Care |
who is in a good mood |
See the new ceiling |
Changing clothes |
for our night escapade |
Care is always in jeans |
maybe a cleaner one |
and here we are |
ordering off the menu |
fish |
and sea food |
and more |
sea food |
and fish |
cut nextdoor |
talking to our Turkish neighbors |
Next morning |
taking a boat |
to Murano |
the island |
where they make glass |
as in the old days |
the fumes emitted were |
too dangerous for Venice |
so the glass production |
was moved away |
Nowadays |
it doesn't matter |
as technology improved |
After 30 minutes |
we dock |
and watch |
how they make |
different vases |
Keep visiting the island |
with its galleries |
and usual canals |
a whole xmas tree made of glass |
more glass production |
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and we come back enriched |
with a few purchases |
not before |
we sit down to our 2nd lunch |
fixed menues |
I eat fish and pasta |
and watch the water |
Joel and Care |
eat meat and pasta |
Care prefers beef |
I prefer fish |
and the bird will eat anything |
I take more pictures |
on the way back |
How can I stop? |
Luckily |
I'm getting tired of it |
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another well |
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this is in Hebrew! |
oops...up side down |
just turn the computer |
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or sit backwards |
I mean head down |
we are at Peggy Guggenheim grave |
She's buried with all her dogs |
among the many sculptures she accumulated |
looking over Venice main canal |
Nice to be rich |
the art she collected is superb |
I could only take pix of the outside |
like here |
Now going back |
to our hotel |
or close enough |
I sit in the back of the boat |
great view |
could stay here a few more days |
as didn't see all the bridges |
and didn't pass under many |
nor taken a gondola |
this time around |
Off the boat |
and walking back |
our last one in Venice |
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from my window I hear gondoliers singing |
this guy is resting right there |
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st margarita campo |
a student hang out |
last dinner |
nice piazza |
near some university |
that's the students bar |
they just hang around |
and drink |
while |
we do the same |
bye venice |
we enjoyed it much |
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on the train to Venise from Rome |