20 days alone go Europe (12) Italy Venice

September 27 Saturday (12 days)

This morning I wake up early than the alarm clock.

Night sleep is not very practical, alone, and a stranger to live under one roof, to say nothing of tension that was false. The old mine is up, I heard the stables of the downstairs, I do not know what to do. He told me today he wants to go to his mother lived in cities, to pick up her discharge. His mother always very suspicious, so he is going to bring that to read "Bliss" folding fans gave her, and put that sentence explained to her.

Venice

8: 30 train, half an hour later on to Venice.

Although the body with old mine to my map, but the version is too old, so I decided to get some new information. To tourism in the tourist information office door queuing up a long queue to the window, it only has the billing information, pay 5 euros, in addition to a new version of the map, there is a printed fine on Venice's book, very good.

Not lost is a kind of regret

Find a bench to sit down, I began looking north on the map.

It is said that Venice has more than 400 bridges, feel free to go may not know where to go to. In fact, do not get lost just good wishes. But I'll start to see a few key strokes ring up, then they jumped into the alley.

Here's a long, narrow streets are on both sides.

Accustomed to live on land, here there is a misconception, walking bridge with Lane, you are always subconsciously want to go out, always thought it was just urban edge corner angle, believing himself had not gone out into the streets and maybe also looking forward to see the car. But in fact, this bridge lane roadway is City Road. On a rush of visitors, the concept of conversion is very difficult to want to go back to a moment in place, to at least have the smell was three to five days.

Venetian masks and glass are obsessed with feelings like dreamy and beautiful.

The shop's mask was a work of art — the coquettish pretty, modern fashion, there is no repeat of design, material and very modern, with metallic luster, to resist the beauty of the depictions, Bonny. Here's the street artist no longer distort "Mona Lisa" painting, but wears a mask to recruit unique visitors.

As for glass, Venice is rich in tradition of glass art, starting from Florence, glass shop is getting more and more, here is more like walking into a glass of the world.

Small woman wearing ear nail, rings, colored lights, furniture, home decor, housewares, simply play the function of glass to the extreme, or the beauty of the glass to the mining. Here the glass is a spiritual, not like is poured from the mold, but like blows out, all the upper and lower emission with artistic tendencies. The glass color is so full of dynamic, along with the shape of the movement in the world, and a little gold, point silver, more water in the star's atmosphere.

Venice to glass, is so appropriate natural fit.

Maybe because the water of the city from the water after protesting a form of light and shadow in caught inspiration, wants to turn the light moments permanently solidification, the glass has a side stage? of course, in order to cater to visitors from all around the glass products of grades and as large as the gap between rich and poor, because the glass is glass that want to make diamonds effect is to spend time. But in any case, all the way to look down, just think "glass light gradually to charming eyes", each House is splendid and shining, eyes are watching slippery. Think I have mad love glass products like (it also however is the primary stage of glass), even in the pericarp of the apparatus must be glass. Okay, now burned already retrograde, otherwise, not buried in the shop.

Venice to old House majority, from the back wall tracts peeling wall skin can guess.

Although not imagined exquisite perfection, but this does not prevent it. Venice is already a number of centuries of beauty, people willingly came, and does not require her backing powder senses, and thus after her some lazy, but also with hereditary aristocratic thou.

The balcony is iron, like a large duer vase, also a bit like sum delicacies.

The Windows are very interesting, Arch, with a sharp, of xiantao at Grace; outer window like wooden doors can push the on/off switch, and the Windows on the inside, some people just hanging a piece of bamboo. Look at the Canal on the Elf-Okazaki Dora (Gontola), ship's two high up, completely is the shape of a Crescent Moon, pushing the boat sailor wearing zebra stripes t-shirt, wearing a hat with wide eaves, carrying tourists in serpentine bend of the River, walk through on how, sometimes sing, attracted applause bursts; cross the bridge and is endowed with iron, wood, stone, stick to one pattern.

Obviously there is a map in hand, still felt in the maze.

Here not lost man can no more, not to mention I seriously do not guide. All the way to find, finally found the Golden Palace (Da'D'Oro), black carved wooden box and door inner brick building that I thought had strayed into a scholar's House on the ground. Here is a gallery, but don't know how with shares among passers-by. Legend has it that the house walls were covered with gold, and later was a large water clean, wash scrape off today's it and elegant, bright, more noble gas. Museum collection of some of the local artist's sculpture and painting, the second and third floors showroom balcony outside, tall stone tile inserted from the sky, in the formation of the cross at the top of the curve, the floral pattern can shoot from indoor to the very beautiful silhouette; from the balcony looking out to the outside is the Canal, with a small Pier and a small bridge, if the balcony pendulum few table drinking coffee should be very good.

In fact, to walk in good depth of streets and lanes, playgrounds, quiet, and there will be a unique little shops.

Unfortunately, the day is Saturday, away from the bustling zone of the shops are closed doors, but something in the window and in the heart of the city to see it completely different, not so commercial. This time I have been completely abandoned the pursuit of people do understand, simply hit by patience. In order to buy postcards, I found in a quiet corner of a shop, it should be said that it's more like a workshop, no counter, room to swing hanging from the confusedSome artsy and surface are, but not what I see in the downtown area, look weird colors, the exaggerated not so spectacular. Shop owners — a girl sitting at the table back, wore a uniform, his hands were covered with the paint work. I guess she might be a small artist, at least do the artist's dream. This House's works should be Venice to her inspiration, but so small and so commercialized, the official dream should not be easy.

The square is full of joy

Hundred thousand turn on how, go to the San Marco square (Piazza S. Marco).

Have read an article about the tourism here to be a "full of joy Plaza". Felt strange this parable. Wait there, these words could jump out, however, this is really a "joyous" Plaza! Crown-like the beautiful St. Mark's Cathedral, numerous dove in Brown, they chase visitors in the hands of the food, gusty cyclonic from you pass; the children, with the feast, they and the Dove catch fascinating reservoirs, ran around the fly; adults to here has heart, to be a flock of pigeons pecked to Peck and happy laughter, pigeon food of old man's face is Le bloom. Here's the pigeon brave too pushy, casual and rushed over grilled in you, "don't get you when people", it is estimated that we in their eyes is something move child of stakes.

Is the music makes this scene of rapid mess around with a melody and rhythm, even moving components.

Music from the coffee stand on either side of the square, the band played on a team, so hard to play all the hoopla, good in the square, stands on the right hand side just this side of the piece of music can be heard, the station on the left side just hear, do not disturb each other. I enjoy music, looking at the immediate scene, the mood was a bit excited, as if standing with the music of the movie screen.

Glass island?

See if there is time, I'm going to go to glass Island (the Island of Murano).

After that it was a wrong decision, time spent in traffic. Buy a ticket, but 20 minutes away, who knows a sitting is 60 minutes, the quarter is my negligence that glass island is the last stop, missed the point, all the way to the airport, follow the ship had to sit back. By boat is the most painful, especially when you're in a hurry, look around the vast stretch of water, the mood is two words — despair. You can also quickly, from our side flashed by steam boat, should be local taxis.

To the glass, the island has some tourists waiting to ship a return.

It turned that all glass products store. I was at the glass museum on the island, but came later, it seems very far away from the Terminal, it is estimated that there are also the closed but to dismiss the idea, visit the shop visit, and the island bakery bought some to eat supper, finally found a mailbox to postcard sent out. This time I took lessons, stamps are in Florence is bought, no need to worry about for the weekend.

Blues in the Terminal, and again to see the sea and the sunset.

Remember that in Marseille, I was standing at the top of the Hill, that is a cool look. This time, people were participating in the Red Sea bright sun, like a terrific together will fire the melting of glass, in front of Ying ying to drop, surrounded by wonderful dyed a blaze. Beneath the Sun, and paved a satin-like Golden Avenue, this is a movement of wave, in the sea breeze gently caress the ripples, issued the "bubbling" sound, that moment, the mood of thick as also of not open ... To me this time unfortunately glass Island Tour, is a little compensation.

Back to the guest, the evening had began to fall, the twilight of the "bridge" (Ponte dei Sospiri) and water under the bridge with eerie Blu-ray, said United States can, if you know that "sigh" is out of the prisoners, a bit gloomy.

Worried about getting lost in the terminals using public Steamboat, back to the station is 5 euro, added cost of glass Island, transportation is very impressive. Had known this, as did buy a ticket of 10 euro.

Back to Padua has almost 22: 00.

In the Venice train station, I bought the next to go to Switzerland in Lausanne. Old mine went home early on, he said that his mother is not good, can not be released from the hospital, so he had to go to tomorrow.

(River of Gondor,)