My next day in the city I set out to see at Marc’s basilica from the inside! (Ooooh) A very long line and short wait to enter (maybe the only free thing in the city).
Thought I was done being impressed by church’s, It was probably the cheeses jokes that got me through all the religion unscathed.
A short walk along the water leads to a view of the bridge of sighs. Two things checked off. Time for coffee. I didn’t even notice if the coffee was good in Venice- it was. It was just expected? And it’s all good, any place you go you know you will be drinking a decent cup. Espresso though, brews don’t really exist.
The rest of my day was spent on the Venice ferries island hopping.
Cemetery island first, where I traveled back in time to when Austrians controlled the city, then past soldiers from England killed during the First World War. Something unique to the graves here is on every headstone a all portrait of the deceased was placed next to their name. Surprisingly this did not come out as creepy. Seeing such personal pictures says a lot more about the person than “a loving mother” and looking at the different pictures have a real sense of the time through the style of photograph.
After leaving the island- and it’s many blood sucking insect inhabitants- I squashed onto the boat headed to Murano to look at the famous Murano glass. No photos allowed but believe me, I saw a guy craft a unicorn from the freakishly hot stuff in under 30 seconds. And then bought earrings. Because I’m a sucker.
A longer journey and I arrived at the far more picturesque Burano. Island famous for lace? I skipped past the lace shops (where I suspect all but the tiniest pieces are made in China) and found some gelato-far too delicious gelato.