Day Two in Venice


We walked and walked and looked and looked. No matter how manytimes you have been in Venice, it is still a delight. The nicest thing is the lack of traffic noise except for an occasional motor from a boat or the vaparettos on the larger canals. The streets are totally pedestrian except for men pushing carts for deliveries or picking up trash.


This is a common sight-walls that are no longer covered with plaster. Just old brick. There are buildings that were built as brick including some churches.

This is at back of an elegant women’s clothing shop. I’ve never seen anyone sitting there though.

Overhead an unusual statue of the Virgin Mary. I think she is pregnant.

A typical scene at a vaporetto stop with a gondola departing, a vaparetto arriving and the Rialto Bridge in the background. I was so annoyed with those two girls looking down at their phones instead of the beauty in front of them that I almost yelled at them. I restrained myself as I know it would have made no differnce and they probably would have flipped me off or something.

More Venice

You didn’t think I was done, did you? I took almost 400 photos so I’m happy to have somewhere to share them.

How many photos of gondolas can I take? I heard that each one is about the price of a car.

A view of the Grand Canal-a busy place.

A quiet evening and smooth canal.

Someone hard at work. This boat was either putting something into a house or taking it out. Just imagine, anything delivered has to be done by boat, trash pick up too.

Two nuns on vacation.

The interior of another bar for snacks and drinks. It was sort of strange in that there were shelves everywhere selling bottles of wine and few places to eat. Many people take their food and drinks outside and sit on the wall along the canal.

We went to the Peggy Guggenheim Museum. She and her 12 beloved pets are buried there. I’m not really into modern art. What I liked most was the setting and photos of her in the various rooms. It looked really stark and bare to me, very minimal and not warm and cosy. She helped a lot of modern artists get their start, like Pollack.

Some blue glass figures there in a window with the canal behind.

One morning I went outside at about seven and, except for some street cleaners with their brooms and other photographers, I pretty much had the usually packed place to my self.

An empty passageway.

Typical scene of gondolas tied up to posts.

As in Paris, photo shoots are common.

In a water taxi on the way to catch the Orient Express.