In November, and Venice's a forgotten implore

What kind of Venice in November?

November of Venice, is not the Golden season.

No September Lido Island, fragrant hoary cloud, the transfer of the film festival the eye. It is not a dream, and CHAN to colorful Carnival.

November of Venice, very quiet, burnout and lazy, like a woman who has gone times.

Even the Sun all day long is oblique inclined, churches, palaces, gondola pointed Stern, Cafe Baroque patterns seat is empty, dragging long shadows, like an old lady trailing sleep dress.

At this point in Venice, seething summer tired, tired of the autumn yellow leaves falling, but do not want to mention fog, winter tide overflowing.

Perhaps in November, perhaps it is this off-season, it would be better to take a look at the real Venice, appointments at the unloading of the makeup of the "old lady", when in the autumn a "implore the forgotten."

Precarious beginning

Night at nine, from Munich transit to Venice airport is a four-night.

Take the boat headed for the airport at the Venice Island, cold, cool assault was lifted by the waves, the lift must shake the four speedboats, rain severely cut hit on a corridor.

Looses behind a big hand, firmly put my arm clamp live, a place I pulled into the cabin.

Presence of mind, is the complex's skipper, grey, Navy Blue cheeks Beard's raincoat, with blue and white striped lining collar, a face playfully me squeeze a little eyes, an Italian humor and warmth, moments away the surrounding pushes me cold.

Dragging luggage along secluded long corridors through San Marco square.

Rain wrapped up in lights dancing, like cheerleading hand flower ball. Chair back to in corridors and corner edge, vaguely watched a rigid ashore a strange visitor. Have left a company not yet close to cafes, pit light with Gravis piano sound, if there are no warmth comfort me this still in the blustery, characterizes the hotel.

Open a small hotel room, headlong into white bedding, breath between remaining a Sun aftertaste, felt himself whether or "storm the night belongs to people."

Trance, distinguishing it downstairs a sprinkling of footsteps. Rose throw open their Windows, only to find the right outside shutters are on the home kitchen, while downstairs window is also bright.

Cheer up, ask the landlord to borrow an umbrella rumbling in Venice among the narrow streets to find small restaurant.

A white wine, teapots, a small dishes and delicate cheese, tomato sauce and truly to a litter of seafood with rice. Get round the storm a little break, with some slightly smoked, felt wrong vertical interlace water lane back to the hotel. Umbrella tip struck in America-Kam-lit stage on the road, at anomaly distant night looks crisp, but happily hummed "the rain song" ...

Venice, the first in November, although the precarious, but always has a thread of warmth.

Acquaintance in wave between lianyan

Seven in the morning just after it staggers the camera took the doors of the Inn, and ranging from watchmen square rub a t sleep, unequivocally asked me if a cup of coffee.

No coffee in the morning, and even the Sun rather than get.

Drifting around with green purple mist, where you can conclude that finally to be fine. The morning is Venice's own space and small cargo boats to shore, Wai Tutu wearing white apron of man through the back door to the boats pass out on a tray tray of fresh out of the oven, kitchen radios Croissons was full of extremely fast speed, guess the Italian is in the news. There are two or three to get Office workers, dressed most gracious, stood in the "San Marco" Pier, boat waiting for the bus. Suddenly think of the ferry on the Huangpu River, the exception in memory of ferry Station side zi rice balls. People in a foreign land, hometown of complex does not seem to sleep, when strumming, and will not be excited.

When the Sun via Lido Palace Gothic cross form, cast in a guest line cross lines.

The ocean also depends on the steps of the square is unwilling to return to, and Hula! pigeon has low rotation in the Quartet of square air, they are indeed meet visitors feed have intestinal fat brain full, "goofy" two hundred years has long ceased their so-called ideal. But in November, they may want to go on a diet, because few too many tourists.

St. Mark Church of four large copper horse horses and church towers with the earliest greet the dawn of Venice.

Unfortunately this Venice of baby also use a substitute, because it cannot stop the salt sea breeze and the increasingly dense on the island of popularity. This four piece copper horse age old than Venice also said. From ancient Egypt to Rome, was pulled to Constantinople until Venice led crusade ransacked the Governor of the city, which they also pull back, at the Church of the platform, became the glory of Venice. You can expect, Napoleon came, they were on the triumphal arch of France, in the 19th century and return to the guest. However, this time to leave, I'm afraid no one knows when they will come back again.

Boarded a commanding point in Venice, San Marco Square Tower, there are only two things can be made.

The Millennium of the "old lady" finely studied, as well as her as jewelry like decorative churches, palaces, squares and numerous bridges. Second, in the light, the distance between trance lianyan is grey blue Adriatic Sea, ears buzz pigeon whistling. I'm afraid this world fresh so beautiful people Airhead scenes.

Taste of the "old lady" of the lazy side is sitting in the cafe of the scattered around, but don't point Expresso, because either literally or in reality people practices in Italy, Expresso is designed specifically for each user.

Common that rush of walkers leaning on the counter, or standing at the top of the small round edges, drank it in a hurry to leave. If in the morning, just point a Cappuccino. At lunchtime, there will come a malleable Qi flower with a 提拉米苏, slowly SIP it, fine taste, slowly let the Sun melts the harmonizing with the smell of beans in their own tongue. Then came up to my ear is Italy's Solo in Opera. Eyes, with a hat,Wearing a shirt of the boatmen haihun, rowing gondola went through.

The sun shines, when Venice in light and graceful relieved that surrounded the others, with a slight temptation.

Just across the Bay of San Giorgio Church Island, perfect minaret, is like a dream scenario. Only in November evening only Venice lady has such a love at first sight of nianxiang. Because, at this point I read her emotions, a scrape off the retreat of sadness, a beauty basks. In other seasons, she is rich of dress, the flowers and commotion near people, nor will it have a mood or redecoration of sadness.

November of Venice, not the gold season, because the reflection of gold, see Max Payne.

November of Venice, silence and burnout, because at that time, she brought a decline of extreme and doomsday.

November of Venice, the Sun back to her left last a Rouge color.

Moments, the elusive. But this is enough to still love her, even if she has been retained in this world.