Venice Day 2, the rain continues

We watched it get dark in Venice, and then went back to Treviso exhausted and so happy. (The train is a great way to get back and forth and took about 25 minutes.) One moment to nod to the superb breakfasts at the Bed and Breakfast.

We sat across German cyclers who has ridden through the mountains (!) and were going as far as Venice, then taking the train home. There was a family from Croatia with a little one, a mother and daughter from San Francisco, and a couple who had already left to catch a plane. We all try to talk in our broken languages. It was great. The orange juice became a topic for the mom from San Fran and me. It's such an orange color. We had this juice in Lujen too and I didn't know why it was so bright. So the host went to the fridge and called it Vitamin Juice, like the host in Austria. Aaaah, it's mixed with carrot! Well, it was delicious.

We repeated the train, the train station, and were ready to hop on a different canal "bus" route. We waited almost an hour with more than 50 others, and it was finally translated that many of the tours, exhibits and even bus routes were canceled for the day because they were flooded. Overnight, they had positioned platforms and ramps across low areas of the city, including San Marco square. They were selling plastic bag/boot things to go over your shoes and pants, up to your knees. So we hailed a regular taxi, rather than wait for a bus. It was a beautiful boat.

The views from the taxi were equally wonderful. Who would like to paint a fresco on the OUTSIDE of the building??

We took an accidental wrong turn on foot, and poof, there was the Bridge of Sighs! The limestone windows are fitted with bars because this small tunnel took prisoners from the interrogation rooms on one side to their prison cells on the other. The windows were the last fleeting glimpse of their beloved Venice before a long prison term. Poetically, Lord Byron gave it the title, imagining the heaviness of the prisoner's last free breath. (Are there any real wrong turns in this city? A thought for another day)

The day seemed a little scattered since there were detours and unexpected delays. I had my first lasagna.

Water was served in Murano glass.

Here are some of my favorite photos of the gondolas.

We climbed back in the water bus, and the clouds parted.