Europe on the third day-walking in Venice

The Sun's radiation from shutters, in slightly smelling fresh air, I gave up, open the window, the immediate beauty let me enchanted. The mountain, tree, flower, self-confident expand it folks.

I pushed up Y, hurry up and enjoy the nice view.

Tiptoed downstairs, only to find that we have been in cekki preparing breakfast.

Even if you are 60 years of age, but he is still full of vitality, life is good, beautiful environment, leisure life, time does not leave a shadow in them. CEKKI is 29, from Beijing to go home, but the journey's tired doesn't affect his energy, it is surprising.

Early we dare to railway station.

The beautiful scenery along the way, I am greedy press the camera's shutter, I want to keep all this, not only is beautiful.

To the railway station it's early, we went to visit the monastery of the next.

Numerous sculptures around the murals. Due to time constraints, we hurriedly sworn.

Stations across the BATA hangs a lot SALE tag, my shopping to be lifted immediately.

The European month of July was a good season for shopping, and numerous worth anything, go out of the Group regrets that: empty box should be brought out, it's not exaggerating it. If it weren't for the euro exchange rate is too high, the price of things too much. In BATA shopping around, we chose 3 belt, a fur, a package of € 169 only, but also 12% tax refund. Really kind in Haining buy leather feeling!

Because it is a Saturday, it was the beginning of summer vacation in Italy, the Italy of the North-South Expressway traffic very badly.

Broadcasting from D to fFIRENZE BOLGNIA car runs over 10KM. We congratulate is by train, so 3 hours can to Venice. We can have enough time Florida Venice.

The Vicenza, and the train too long long plank road, surrounded by the blue of the Adriatic Sea of Venice appears before our eyes.

The train of tourists could not help but marvel at the issue of fits, it is so old, elegant presentation in front of us.

The next railway station is the Grand Canal, I have to remember that the Grand Canal is Venice road.

We abandoned the plan to go by sanmarco. As it turns out, our decision was so wise. Venice in the early afternoon of quiet, beautiful, necessarily to you one by one in this ambles lane bridge in order to gradually understand.

For Y, so walking is also the first time.

Alley behind sometimes there will be a great Plaza, some churches, some small hotel. Long lane only our breathing is weaker and weaker, not disturb his sleep.

We at a point in the hotel, since18XX my favorite PIZZA, sitting next to the ancient streets, enjoy our Italy gourmet, salt sea breeze blowing.

Each corner of the street has the arrow pointing to the guest, the crowd began to have, on many of the shops.

3: 30 pm, we promise to the clock tower.

San Marco square is so magnificent, majestic, imposing its spectacular of, not by not amazing.

Just like to see when the Crusades back share spoils in the singing and dancing, and today, brilliant prosperity has ceased, only those buildings still record was brilliant. All contributions, all glory are flue ash. Back in ancient Rome. Ancient Greece, including China, have not that busy.

Half of the Church has been cleaning a new wall was white and pink marble facade, very gorgeous beautiful, but other parts of the erosion of the sea breeze as long, facade blackening, covers his face would have been better.

We are scheduled to visit a glass production of handicraft, craftsman random one already melting glass into a pretty small fish.

Venice glass production are handmade, each point of sale is its own workshop works the same, so no. Whether design, color, styling are all beautiful, really is worth buying. Unfortunately there is no way to bring back home, so I always regret.

Glass show a finishes, we slipped 3 people to the square of the Bell Tower, you can take the lift to the clock tower.

Elevator old man has been in Italy and passengers joke laughing we climbed the Bell Tower. Here, overlooking the entire Venice, seems to be back in time and space, as though we were placed in 13/14th century, the whole without a modern architecture in Venice. Beautiful St. George Island like a fairy floating in the Central Canal.

Under the clock tower, we went into the Church, because I wear a vest, the staff asked me to go in and buy 1 euro woven shawl made.

The sale of the old lady look at me from his desk to find out a half sheet of non-woven sheets, help me to put on. While flailing towards me, let me in. I could not help but moved.

Church silence silent, so I and gently slowed down the pace of fang, Virgin, we sit down gently, quietly listen here should be the nearest place away from heaven, and God should be able to hear our voices.

I can't promise, nor do they dared, God will allow me to be here, has been extremely lucky me. I can only be grateful.

When we quietly left accidentally found a bit older priest, sit in the lamp, his knee is an open book, he was so quiet, that kind of monographs, immersed in his world.

This city is the second time I moved, and the United States for his extreme, as his elegance, his independent things.

When the sunset, we had to go away.

But in the scramble for the ferry crossing as people, and some of us had to eventually leave sit down general ship. I do some lucky can have more time to stay in Venice, to meet the sea, sunset afterglow little Sala in this ancient city.