Paris can be very colorful.
Flowers for sale, always tempting.
Many metro stops are colorful. This is Gare de Lyon.
Vegetables loaded with color. That’s lavender cauliflower right past the zucchini.
Olives for sale over a beautiful floor.
We were sad to leave Venice after our month stay. It really is a special beautiful city.
On my last day I went on a search for this statue of an angel with an elephant. They aren’t sure about the history of this sculpture but say it was done in the 1700’s. It was in the courtyard of the police and the elephant is said to represent strength and prudence so maybe that’s why it’s there. Notice the lion paws. The symbol of Venice is the lion so I think this is why.
A little humour-perhaps having something to do with the high water problem Venice is having.
I saw many shops selling really lovely paper and paper products like this tiny gondola.
Maurice and I went out to the beautiful Venice cemetery one day, very large and peaceful, and found the tomb of Stravinky. Ezra Pound is also buried there but I couldn’t find his tomb. I don’t know much about him but I read he was very controversial. He died in Venice.
On my last day I also went to the Russian Orthodox church but it was closed. It’s the one with the leaning tower. They have a little courtyard right on a canal and this ancient gate was there at an old entrance to board a gondola. I also saw a funeral procession at a nearby church. The coffin, with a bouquet of flowers on top, came out of the church doors lead by a priest in purple to a waiting boat which was loaded with the coffin and then a few family members. It quietly pulled away into the canal heading for the cemetery.
On the day of our departure I got up and looked out the window, cranky because a noise of scraping woke me up. It sounded like someone was scraping barnacles off of a metal boat which I thought rude to be doing at dawn. When I looked out I almost screamed because the courtyard below us was covered in snow. The noise I heard were street cleaners scraping snow and ice off of the bridge below. I went out and got mostly photos of snow on gondolas. It was rather magic.
Along with the snow, there was sun. A very nice way to leave Venice. Back to Paris where there was snow the morning after we arrived as well. We had such a great time.
I’m taking photos all over the place. Here are a few:
Jesus and Mary with what look like wigs, especially in Jesus’s case.
I think this is wysteria which must be so photogenic in the Spring. I liked the color of the wall, the window and the shape of the vine.
Chairs but also art.
Not everyone had elaborate, colorful costumes for Carnivale like these funny guys. They walked around insulting people.
I thought this little figure dressed for Carnivale was cute which I saw in a shop window of a place selling paper goods.
This being Italy, you always see beautiful luxury around in clothing, jewlery, furniture and high end stores.
Look at this interior of the Stern Hotel. I wouldn’t mind staying here one day.
We were walking near the Rialto Bridge when we saw a group of Chinese follow someone holding an umbrella aloft enter a door. I could see a large space and we decided to go in and found this huge department store full of luxury items. It looked like a Roman Forum.
I don’t think I’ve ever been on a red escalator before.
And I’ve never seen a food court like this one. That’s a bar in the middle. On another day we went in to have a drink but after waiting for ten minutes with no service we left.
I’ve heard about the Gritti Palace Hotel for years and wanted to look at the lobby which was gorgeous. We decided to have a drink in the bar there too.
A nice place to sit and read.
So does a twenty euro spritz cocktail taste better than our usual one next to our apartment that costs 3.50? Not really but it was sure a nice setting.
As many days were cold while we were in Venice, I saw a lot of women in mink coats like this one. We were sitting in the sun at tables of a cafe and I was freezing to death, especially my feet, but it was too pretty to go inside.
I write this with a few days left of our stay in Venice. A big cold front has arrived along with high wind which will keep me from going out to explore as much as usual. I look down from our apartment and look at the people below and they are dressed as if on a polar expedition. I do plan to get out after lunch with every layer of clothing that I brought as I didn’t bring my winter coat which wasn’t a problem until today.
Here are some photos mostly taken in the last few days before the cold front:
I’m sure a shoe store must have once been in the building this was carved upon.
I keep trying to get a seagull flying in my photos and finally suceeded.
The leaning tower of Venice. It’s on the Chiesa di San Giorgio dei Greci, the only Orthodox Greek church in Venice.
The tower from the other side.
There is symbolism in the decorations in front of the gondolas. The six staight bars represent each section of Venice, the one behind an island and the round shape at the top the shape of the hat of the Doge.
I should have included this one with my post about the Carnival costumes. This is how to get a photo of those in costumes without people in the background, just the architecture of San Marco.
Saint Anthony, the patron saint of lost things, was born in Portugal but died in Padua. He was known for his skill at preaching and when he died at the age of 35 was made a saint within a year and work on the cathedral devoted to him began immediatetly in 1231. It’s a gorgous basilica, very well maintained and full of those wanting to see where he is buried.
You can see how sumptuous the interior of the basillica is.
One section of the basillica.
The tomb of Saint Anthony. You can walk around it, look at the sculpted reliefs there telling of his life and place your hand on the back of the tomb if you want.
There is a room in the back with reliquaries holding his lower jaw, vocal cords and tongue-all of these because he was known as such a great speaker.
Lots of thank yous next to his tomb. I am not religious, but rather spiritual, so this doesn’t mean as much to me but I do admire the passion and love behind it all.