I flew out of Venice’s Marco Polo airport this morning at 9:45 am. I’m now back in the Paris loft. So there’s this afternoon, tonight, all day tomorrow and Sunday morning until my Roissy bus leaves for Charles De Gaulle airport and the flight to JFK, almost exactly 48 hours hence. The following pics are my last Venice batch.
Friday, 5.27, 6:25 am.
What I’d forgotten is how dead quiet Venice can be. If you stay away from the tourists in the San Marco district, that is, and keep searching your way into the smaller calles and backwater canals. There’s only the sound of the occasional barge or motorboat or taxi, and there’s even something soothing about that.
Through the barred bedroom window in the early morning, looking out at the green, overgrown back yard of my rented Venice pad (2403 Ca Guardiani in the Dorsoduro district), there’s nothing but the sound of softly chirping birds; it’s like being in some remote cottage near a Tuscan vineyard. I haven’t felt such peace and serenity since I last stayed there, in 2007.
Campo Santa Margherita — Thursday, 5.36, 8:35 pm.
On the Aliliguna water bus to Marco Polo airport — Friday, 5.27, 8:40 am.
Thursday, 5.26, 9:55 pm.