We do a little orienteering, then off to Murano, island of glass blowers.
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I was up early the next morning, July 16, to head down to the Rialto Market to watch the grocers unload their produce and stock their stalls. The only word I can think of to describe the Market is awesome! Produce stalls dominated, there was a butcher shop selling horsemeat, pork, and chicken. The fish market was unpopulated, I expect I was too early to see them set up.
Venice at that time of the morning was delightful, no hordes of tourists, only the workers hurrying to their jobs. I came across some street sweepers on the Rialto Bridge, using old-fashioned twig brooms, the kind you would find the Wicked Witch of the West riding over the skies of Oz. The sun was painting the buildings with a gold light, the only sound the susurration of the water against the quay, docked gondolas with their royal blue coverings rocking in the wakes of passing boats.
We headed out for St. Mark’s Square, Carol to find a bank to change more dollars into euros, and I to find out where we should be the following day to tour the Clock Tower. I was directed to the Correr Museum, which was, of course, on the second floor; more stairs!
I must now describe my attire. My hat had a very wide flat brim; a scarf was tied around the headband and hung down my back. My travel purse was on a long strap that I wore across my chest, right to left, like a bandoleer.
Having learned where we needed to assemble for the Clock Tower tour the next day, and assuring the gentleman I would leave my horse in the park, I departed to meet Carol. Our quest was to get postcard stamps, which we had been told we could purchase at any tabacci shop.
We located a pharmacia and I explained to the chemist that I would like something for my swollen feet and ankles.
We selected this day to go to Murano, the island of the glassblowers.
Back to Venice. Having discovered an alimentari, we stocked up on wine and lunch fixings for the next day. We decided to dine at a restaurant touted in one of our books, so off we went in search of the restaurant. Did I mention the dearth of street signs? We wandered around for an hour, we were SO close, but we couldn’t get there from here! Finally, exhausted, and the day waning, we stopped in a small plaza and dined on pizza at an outside café. The pizzas were quite large, we could only eat half of each, so we asked our waiter to box up the remains. Pizza for breakfast would work. So we waited for our pizza to be packaged up.
By now, it was approaching 10:00. I suggested that since we were on the back side of the island, instead of wandering around the maze of streets and alleys, trying to find bridges across canals to return to the hotel, we walk two blocks and catch the vaporetto at the hospital dock.
There was not a soul around. We reached the dock, looked at the route board, and discovered the last vaporetto came by at 8:30!! Horrors!! We were gonna have to wander around the maze of streets and alleys, trying to find bridges across canals, to return to the hotel! Now, our book on Venice mentioned that the streets at night were quite safe, so we had no need to worry. Easier said than done. We headed out through semi-dark alleys that pass for streets, nary a soul in sight. Aha! At last! People! And a few streets farther on, more people! And we even knew where we were, and how to get back to the hotel! What an experience to end the day.