I’ve been in Venice over Easter and the papers have been reporting visitor gridlock, panic stations etc, so I thought I’d post some of my photos to demonstrate that if you just step away from the tourist routes by a few yards, the place is empty!
Tuesday March 29th. Vaporetto trip to Sant’ Erasmo to visit Mary Ann and Trevor. You can walk for miles, or a mile, anyway, and only see fields of vegetables, orchards, strips of untended land, a few houses (the island has a population of 750) and water. So we did, and then after tea and chocolate I caught the boat back, through the enchanted world of the lagoon at the ‘golden hour’ as the sun starts to sink.
Chiesa – downtown Sant’ Erasmo
Journey home
I stayed in this house 2 years ago – beside the only vaporetto stop on the island of Vignole, which was handy
Cimitero
Then yesterday I met up with Val Millington and we went for a Venice ‘Crones’ Ramble’ in honour of the crones’ walks we used to do in Somerset and Dorset whenever Ros Marchant was around.
Mollette
Yesterday I learnt, among other things, the Italian for ‘clothes pegs’. Mollette. You can see just how much trust you can put in a Venetian clothes peg when you look at these cushions dangling over a canal.
Spring is now happening visibly, bursting out all over.
Here’s one for Jacy Wall: The Nature of Mending an Outboard Motor
Canoe School by the Arsenale
Siesta by the Lagoon (just don’t let go of the boat)
Fine brick decoration on an otherwise crumbling building
Street art on the back wall of one of the Biennale buildings. Like it!
Moving home Venetian style
A kind of Easter bonnet for a shrine
And lastly, who’s at home?
Bronwen Bradshaw 