This morning my friend Karen had to see a man about a lamp….on Murano. So I tagged along for the ride. Here is the morning in pictures.
Why haven’t I noticed this before…the water doors crossing the bridge to Calle d L’Arco?
Activity in my campo…looks like some Christmas Lights being installed…we’ll have to wait and see.
I met Karen at the S. Elena stop and we caught the vaporetto to Murano
Yes, that is a vegetable boat. The next one is a closer look.
I want this!
I changed my mind…I want this! Actually I want both but I can’t afford either. Actually didn’t even ask the prices. I just know.
Here are some with the lights turned on.
Isn’t this a classy doggie raincoat?
No, not Chihuly
I was asked how people keep the water from entering their homes and shops during Acqua Alta..here is one example.
An interesting glass chess set….only window shopping.
These strawberries might be a little hard on your teeth.
These flowers are really blue…unlike my azaleas.
Santa and tiny reindeer…eight of them
By popular demand…here I am. It helps to have someone else to operate the camera and being married to a photographer Karen is great in her own right.
Si, your stair phobic friend is standing on top of a very large bridge, yes, me.
And here is a collection of a few of the love locks we found there.
Rowers…doing what rowers do.
Love all that luscious red. Here’s more
No, we did not stop for goodies..
An interesting boat
Shades of Blue
O Mio Dio! What a beautiful door! You know me and doors…I really did join the Legion of Door Whores…not for nothing.
I have a “thing” for windows too and another great door.
Allow me to hold your shutter in place.
The graffiti removal men were here this morning. This is the corner where I turn for home…Calle del Dose. I used that graffiti as a landmark because after dark there are no yellow table cloths. Ah, well, back to counting calles.
Karen and I stopped for soup for lunch and then went our separate ways. The soup was good. It was hot. The weather continues molto freddo but didn’t seem as cold as yesterday. You should have seen the snow on the Dolomites this morning. Snow predicted for Saturday. The next sunny day I’ll walk out to Celestia and get you a picture of those snow capped mountains.
An afterthought: maybe I feel so at home here because I come from a long line of glass. My father, his father, his father all worked in glass. They made beautiful etched mirrors. Their family came from Ireland mostly…but the Irish got those glass making skills from somewhere else…