I am more than certain that my Monday Meander isn’t really written like that in Italian but…I’m trying.
I wrote to some friends that I must have Venetian blood because this morning when I was lying in bed trying to decide if I was getting up I could hear the water in the canal and thought “the water sounds really high.” My bedroom windows have shutters so it isn’t easy to look out without physically getting up and opening the window and then opening the shutter…I’m sure you get the picture.(Note to landlord…that is not a complaint…I like it that way) Anyway I did get up and putter around, fixed coffee, etc. and then thought I should look out the window. Sure enough the water was up.
High tide this morning was scheduled to be at about 9:50am and the picture above was taken at around 9:30am.
This next picture was taken this afternoon about 3:45 because low tide was to be 4:25 and it’s too dark at that time to get a good picture. I’m sure you can see the difference. There was a little water in low areas like San Marco…enough for the pigeons to bathe.
This was not the lowest point which when I looked out at the correct time was about a foot lower (sorry for people on metric but I still think in feet and inches).
After picking up some needed things at Punto to see me through till next week and putting them away I set out on “mio meandro” about 12:45pm.
And a lovely, sunny day it was. The sky really is this shade of blue…no photo shop, no adjustment of contrast, just some cropping every once in a while.
I had left my afternoon to fate and just took the first vaporetto that came to whichever direction. It was headed to the Lido but didn’t really want to go that far so I wandered in the Giardini for a bit. And it was a lovely day for a walk in the park.
Wandering up the Via Garibaldi for a while:
Who docked my boat here? Most of my friends know that any shade of purple/lavender is my favorite along with red, teal, and leopard print. And there seemed to be lavender boats everytime I turned around this afternoon. A marine paint sale?
Do you know how hard it is to get gulls to paddle into the sunny area when you want them to?
And I crossed the bridge to San Pietro.
I had not ventured into this area before and I love it…so peaceful and calm…at least at this time of year. And I doubt your average tourist would make it this far.
I love the way little bits of green just come out of the walls of the building. Probably not good for the wall but pretty nonetheless.
I wonder what’s down this way?
And there, in the middle of the picture on the first floor (Americans…read second floor…here the ground floor is the ground floor and first is the one above that) is a terrace covered with plants and the apartment where I should live when I’m here permanently. All it takes is an Italian visa, convincing the people who live there now to let me have it and…money, lots and lots of money.
I have no idea what it looks like inside or how big or small it is but it overlooks this lovely secluded area just to the right of the picture.
I had been out for a while and decided it was probably time to head towards home so started following my ears to the vaporetto. Those who have been here know and recognize that sound that is like gears grinding. Not pleasant but you know it when you hear it. Here are a few things I saw along the way.
And I was right and there it is and there weren’t even any of those “Al Vaporetto” signs.
I took the one in the direction of home…although any direction would have been home because I could get off at the closest stop, Celestia, but..I needed to check out something I had seen earlier in the day from the vaporetto near the Arsenale. And it was just such a lovely day, not cold at all but still needed the coat and turtleneck sweater that I decided to get off at Biennale and walk the rest of the way home. Some more things that intrigued me.
No tourists! I’m not a tourist, I’m a traveler and there is a major difference.
A domani a tutti!