... in our case meant, Ferragamo, Versace and Prada here from our Violino D'oro hotel room.
|Our view. Note the gondolier stand.|
Took an exhilarating water taxi ride from the airport to our hotel. The water taxi was a beautiful sleek teak boat captained by a driver with no fear of hitting every wake head on. It had stormed that morning and the swells were noticeable. Splash. Crash. Woo Hoo! When I say we took it to our hotel, I actually mean the closest dock. Well, when I say dock, I actually mean a two plank wide structure that took us from the water taxi to the island of Venice. There was a good foot between the water taxi and the dock when I was swinging my suitcase across to our driver. Challenging as it was, I grabbed his hand and jumped. He kept telling my Mom, who does not like water, to not look down as she stepped across that gaping foot. Ah Venice.
After a flight to London, with a slight delay and connecting on to Venice, I think that boat ride gave us both our second wind — by now we were both up for more than 26 hours. We dumped our bags in our room with a view, grabbed a map from the lobby, and set off in a straightish line to St. Mark's Square (there is nothing straight in Venice). We were a mere five minute walk away.
We had a lovely, sunny breezy initial walk into St. Mark's Square. It is as massive as I thought it would be. It is surrounded by expensive designer stores to tantalize as we walked by. Name a designer, and they were there, all beautifully appointed.
|Two weary tourists in St. Mark's Square.|
|Jewellery stores were full of eye candy.|
|Even the door knobs were beautiful Murano glass.|
|My Mom perusing the map, while waiting for dinner.|
|Buona Sera Venezia.|