All my life I’ve dreamed of Venice. It exceeded my imagination. In recent years friends who’ve been have cautioned me it’s been degraded by too many tourists and cruise ships, but we found it nearly perfect. The streets and the water were clean, and it smelled like a combination of the ocean and delectable food. The people we met were warm and welcoming (well, except for the ones in the Pronto Succorso). I wanted never to leave. The train runs along the causeway into Venice. When we got off, we walked out to this view of the Grand Canal directly in front of us.
A man and his keyboard.
Rooftops seen from our hotel window.
Our of a hotel window into a family’s terrace.
The streets are for foot traffic, or porters with hand trucks (we saw one delivering 4 twin sized mattresses) or kids on skateboards. No cars, and every few blocks there is another canal, with an arched bridge.
The architecture is beautiful and varied.
People create green space wherever they can, and of course there are gardens and parks.
Some people live at ground level, but in the commercial areas most shops have apartments above.
The canals are busy.
Lots of sidewalk cafes, of course.
On the weekend, the children were out playing.
This church had an interesting symbol over the door.
Little bridges provide shortcuts.
People have boats pulled up to their doors.
A gondola parked awaiting customers.
Streets of water.
People coming and going.
Steps down to the boats.
Lots of tourist shops, but most just normal commerce.
Early morning.
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