I woke up to the noise of the water bus shifting gears outside my window. My bed was gently shaking from the loud boat activity outside. I popped out of bed and ran to the window to take in my view again. Ahhh, Venice!
|Please note the pretty graffiti flower.|
We were following signs for the Rialto at first and it turned into a bit of a game to find the signs and the correct direction to take at every turn. Sometimes the sign is a plaque high up on the wall of a building and sometimes the word Rialto is spray-painted on the ground with an arrow. It’s not uncommon for scaffolding to be covering up the sign you’re looking for, as a lot of these ancient buildings are being renovated.
We turned a corner into a small square and I smelled fish. Lots and lots of fish! We had arrived at the fish market, which is right next to the Rialto Bridge. We wandered through the fish market and then the veggie market, which are right on the Grand Canal.
|Mercado de Pescado|
The bridge is not very pretty because of the stores built on the middle of it. The bridge is iconic and a landmark in the city, but it’s not my favorite bridge. It provides a nice view of the canal, and it’s one of the only ways to cross the Grand Canal when you’re in that section of Venice, so I guess it’s important, but ugly just the same.
We began our hunt for S. Marco signs after the bridge and found ourselves in the sunny Piazza San Marco in no time. We were in awe of the size of the square and the buildings around the square compared to everything we had just walked past in the rest of the city. Venice is not a city for the claustrophobic, but Piazza San Marco can provide relief from the small alleys and squares in the rest of the city.
|Venetian Masks - for masquerading.|
At this point, there is a gap in my camera pictures, because inside the basilica you are not allowed to take pictures, which we respected. It’s a very beautiful church with beautifully patterned marble on the wall, which almost had a psychedelic appearance. The floors are extremely worn out marble mosaic, with tiles sinking in. In fact, the floor is very uneven, so keep your eye on where you’re going. This is good advice if you’re as clumsy as me…
Next stop was the Doge’s Palace. I skipped paying to go up the Campanile tower and walked towards the beautiful opening of the piazza looking out on the beautiful Venetian Lagoon. It was a beautiful sight with blue skies and lots of sunshine. Across the lagoon you can see St. Maria’s Basilica to the right and the Abbazia Benedettina church off to the left on Isola di San Giorgio Maggiore. There are usually lots of gondolas lined up here to take you around under the Bridge of Sighs, which is a covered bridge that takes you from the Doge’s Palace to the prison, which I was on my way to see.
I walked in and paid to get into the Doge’s Palace. I decided this was my one touristy thing for the day that I would pay for. Coming from Washington, DC where almost everything touristy is free, I was having trouble adjusting to all the fees in Europe to see the sites.
I won’t walk through the palace step by step, because it’s huge, it’s beautiful, and you have to see it for yourself. Also, it would be boring to hear me talk about it all, but I’ll tell you about my two favorite rooms.
|Me and the Doge's Palace and the Campanile Tower.|
Second favorite room, was the The Sala del Maggior Consiglio, which is a very large hall, with beautiful paintings on every wall and the ceiling. It’s just gorgeous and you can imagine it full of Venetians doing important things back in the day. For a 360 degree view of the room, try this link:
After going through the entire Doge’s Palace and prison, I was tired, but I didn’t feel like stopping and resting. I wanted to see the Santa Maria basilica, partially because it’s free and also because it’s on a peninsula with a beautiful view of the water on all sides. So I grabbed a spinach calzone with sesames on top and ate it while I walked all the way to the bridge I needed to cross to the other side of the canal.
I walked by Peggy Guggenheim’s museum and then found myself at the basilica on the peninsula. I was exhausted! I looked at my map and realized that I couldn’t have walked any further away from my hostel at this point. So I tried to pick the most efficient route back to my hostel, but in Venice there is no most efficient route, unless you have a boat. I guess I could have sprung for a 10 euro boat bus ride, but I wasn’t sure which boat to get on… I found the map of the boat bus system to be very confusing.
A girl at my hostel had told me she doesn’t even pay for the bus, because no one checks your ticket. She just hops off and on, but I didn’t even know which boat to hop on and didn’t want to end up in Morano or something. So I hoofed it back towards my hostel. As I passed through a churchyard I ran into a Canadian dude from my hostel.
|Boy with a Frog, at the tip of the peninsula.|
|Me and the view of Doge's Palace from Saint Maria's|
It was late afternoon and I knew I needed to rest for some Venetian bar hopping I wanted to do that night. So I rested with little thoughts of Venetian spritzers in my head. Olives, Aperol... zzz...