A trip to the opera in Verona – Part 4

20190905_152555.jpg……. all of a sudden here was ‘the bridge with no parapet’. Worth seeing, but a minute later there were about ten people on there having their photos taken…….20190905_152519.jpgLooking at our map we saw we were fairly near the Rialto Bridge and so we headed there with the thought of using our vaporetto tickets some more. 20190905_153824.jpgAfter a quick think we caught a vaporetto going to Murano island, famous of course for its glass…..20190905_154738.jpgWe went under the Rialto….20190905_154551.jpgand were soon on our way up the Grand Canal again….20190905_155444.jpg20190905_155618.jpg20190905_155746.jpg20190905_160401.jpga lovely relaxing ride over the lagoon, and we were there.20190905_164237.jpg20190905_164406.jpgWhat a contrast to Venice. No hoards of people. No clicking cameras. Just a smattering of ordinary people who actually live here. Yes there were a number of glass shops and I am sure Murano does get busy. But not when we were there, thank goodness.20190905_164815.jpg20190905_165650.jpg20190905_165654.jpegThe church’s plain facade and stark isolated bell tower belied the face it presented to the canal…..20190905_170008.jpgand there were some lovely features inside, including the floors…20190905_165110.jpg…and naturally some glass work……20190905_165506.jpgthere were even ordinary shops…..20190905_170706.jpgand rows of ‘ordinary’ houses….20190905_170756.jpgFeeling thirsty just before we were to catch our return boat, and unable to find a local bar or cafe, we popped into a boutique hotel which had just recently opened…. we were on our own.20190905_172614.jpeg20190905_172653.jpgIt was really very pleasant, and the view………20190905_175229.jpgWe returned a slightly different way across the lagoon and this took us past the cemetery on San Michele island… in fact the whole island is only occupied by churches and by long ranks of tombs. Fascinating.20190905_182114.jpg20190905_184647.jpg20190905_184925.jpgWe disembarked at the station where we were a little early, but the evening light was fantastic….20190905_190451.jpg20190905_191150.jpgand rather than join the policeman and his girlfriend at the station bar, we took our drinks outside with a bag of crisps and sat on the steps…..20190905_194203.jpeguntil the turning on of the lights notified us of our train….20190905_194947.jpegBack in Verona, the evening mood walking through the streets for home was delightful….20190906_195353.jpgand in Verona as in Milan we were always seeing stylish new shops……here a quirky display from an optician. For some reason F. told me Verona is famous for its opticians and eye-testing……..20190906_200655.jpgThe next day, our last, we were due to catch a bus to Lake Garda a short distance away, but we were awakened to an enormous storm (lots and lots of thunder and lightning). It lasted all day and led to us staying in and playing a new and enjoyable game, given to us by our daughter, lots and lots of times (Bananagrams). The weather abated for the evening and we had a last stroll around Verona, calling at a locals bar for a last drink or two….20190906_201504.jpg20190906_203211.jpgOn the day of our leaving we popped around the corner to the cake shop we had only just discovered for breakfast, again with lots of locals who nearly always stand….20190907_093227.jpg20190907_093956.jpgand after a last shop at the grocers for a bottle of Limoncello and some olive oil..we made our way to the bus stop by the river, passing a very busy artists school…20190907_111000.jpg20190907_111115.jpgto arrive eventually in plenty of time at the airport – this time Bergamo – which as you can see is quite scenic itself. What a magnificent trip.20190907_150327.jpg

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