An entire train load of people dumped into the train station and flooded down the steps to the Grand Canal. Hat vendors, shirt vendors, hot dog...no wait... pizza vendors everywhere. It felt like Disneyland without the ears, but wait. At yonder dock moored not one... But two Disney cruise ships. The boys were ready to get back on the train to our condo in the sky in Bologna.
Plan A - hop on the "bus" vaporetto #1and follow Rick Steve's Grand Canal Tour. Scuttled. The line looked too long-teenagers
Plan B - walk as quickly as we can to get ahead of the crowd. Scuttled. Vendors, vendors everywhere with not of Venice to see.
Return to Plan A.
The "bus" ride was perfect: It was long, the air was cool, and the "bus" almost empty by the time we reached the last stop. Best of all, We even learned a few tid bits about Venice on the way.
We followed our noses or my desire to see an empty alley. By evening many of the sightseers were gone and families with small children and men and women in fancy dress were strolling the streets. Next time I'll join that smaller, quieter, sweeter smelling crowd.
We saw the Doge's Palace-then toured it. We saw The Bridge of Sighs...and then walked through it.
We ate gelato, more than once. Polished off a pizza and declared the day a total success as we sat on the steps and watched the crazy taxi drivers maneuver the water of the Grand Canal in much the same fashion as taxi drivers seem to maneuver the streets every where.
Some photos from our day in Venice (remind me to tell you about the bathroom Nazis).
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