My Panama hat in Venice
At the end of these two weeks of blogs about Venice, it is time to add that it wasn’t just me who had a great time – my trusty Panama hat enjoyed itself too. …
At the end of these two weeks of blogs about Venice, it is time to add that it wasn’t just me who had a great time – my trusty Panama hat enjoyed itself too. …
I can’t tell you about the wonders of Venice, especially as they struck me on my recent two week holiday there, without showing you some of the art. There wasn’t enough time to see everything let alone digest…
During my holiday in Venice, I had hoped to go to the opera. I’d followed the fortunes of the La Fenice opera house since my teenage days when Italian opera was one of my ruling passions. Sadly, as usual,…
The last island I visited during my recent holiday in Venice, was Giudecca, on the other side of the enormous Giudecca Canal from the main city of Venice. On the day, in June, when I was there, it…
I wasn’t sure what to expect when the boat approached the little Venetian island of Burano during my recent two week break in Venice. When we got close, I was amazed by the psychedelic colours mixed together in the…
When I told people that I was going to spend two weeks in Venice, one of the things they usually mentioned was Murano and they meant Murano glass. I wasn’t that excited by the talk of going to see the…
I’ve been on a two week holiday in Venice and, I don’t want to make you jealous, but I had a wonderful time. Eating and drinking al fresco was one of the greatest pleasures of spending a decent amount…
Venice and gondolas are inseparable – they are the horse and the carriage, the peach and the cream, the fish and the chips – well, you get my drift. They were once the main form of transport on the…
Everyone who visits Venice goes to San Marco, Saint Mark’s Square. well, you have to, don’t you. The last time I was there, in 2011, the square was so crowded you had to push your way through the crowd and…
I knew something was different about Venice since the last time I’d been there. Those empty-looking streets and squares felt strange. Then it dawned on me, unlike most Italian cities, there were no cats. No curled up purrers, no…