Today I’m just going to wander the area behind the Rialto Mercato to see where my camera takes me. She is not very well trained as she insists on taking my poor knees over bridge after bridge but I love Venice so…
Vivaldi’s church is open for Sunday services
And look at what is also open on Sunday…my favorite hardware store. I bet I could buy waders there if the need (or the water) should arise.
Another misty day but not nearly as soupy as yesterday. Still mild temperatures.
It was mostly Italian tourists on the vaporetto. I know because they had cameras (tourist) and were speaking Italian. I had a little chat with the man next to me (currently living in Sienna) who was trying unsuccessfully to take a picture of his daughter who kept sticking out her tongue as only a five (or maybe six) year old can.
I got off at Rialto Mercato and much to my surprise there were some vendors out with fruit and vegetables. I found the guys I purchased from the other day and got a big bag of Clementines…it is the time of year for them and some other items and got a little “repeat customer discount”. Then off to wander.
A good day for reflections…of any kind
Where have all the tourists gone?
Oops! They found me.
Waiting for you
Love Locks. Thanks to a friends blog many of us now know that it has become a custom for lovers to put padlocks on bridges to express their devotion to their beloved. Here is a small example.
I should have heeded the sign
I try to remember to look up but…with all the dogs you have to watch your step too.
I was headed in this direction when something told me to turn around and I beheld this very interesting mosaic and collage mural. The pictures are from left to right as I couldn’t do it justice in one frame.
And on my way in what I hoped was the right direction. Oh, there is really no wrong direction in Venice…it’s islands I can’t get off if I wanted to, which I don’t.
I think on other days that is a vegetable boat.
A Venetian parking lot
Is this where Kate Hepburn’s character stayed in “Summertime”? One of my favorite movies.
I know where I am. I’d recognize that butt anywhere.
On the vaporetto, headed home in my favorite outside seat.
This beautiful blue bowl on my table was crying out for oranges…and a few apples.
I am eating healthy…Nutella doesn’t count