Its Saturday morning. We sleep too late and miss our free breakfast. Bummer. And must check out of the Hotel Bains..
But its off to the mainland once again to find our next bed for the night. The Fontana Hotel- originally built in the 18th century and restored in 1984 overlooks campo San Zacarria- smack in the middle of the Venetian canals. Due to some room confusion, we are given antoher room and even save 50 euros! This means more euros for vino!
We wander about through a labyrinth of narrow passageways called “calli” and then have lunch at a small outdoor pizza cafe, not bad. Next begins the search for the Trajhetto. This is the cheaper version of a Gondola ride.
Instead of going thru all the canals for many $$$, this just crosses the canal for 50 cents. Dolores has been talking about since her last trip to Italy! A very quick ride but we take photos and get to share the Trajhetto with amazing looking Italian men! Every turn we take is a photo op. The famous Rialto Bridge.
And who ever thought that hanging laundry could be so breathtaking! I am in heaven and cannot believe the beauty of all that surrounds me.
Life is good. So, onward to explore the churches.
First is San Polo SE. Inside- the Assumption of Mary by Titan and Bellini’s Madonna and Child, among others. The Basilica’s Maria Gloriosa Del Frari is next. (I light a candle for my sweet cousin Diane who went to heaven the day before my trip- I love you and will miss you forever)
Having a hard time comprehending the massive collections of art and beatuy. We recall that our guru Rick says that the best way to view art is not in a museum but in a real church setting.
So we obey, of course.
All of this magnificent beauty is making me dizzy (stendhalized!) so a cold brew at an outdoor Blues Bar in the brillant sunshine is just what the doctor ordered.
I ask Dolores again for the 6th time today. Why do we live in NJ?
More strolling amongst tall ,dark handsome men and we literally need to hold each other up so we don’t faint.
We walk back to the train station and purchase our tickets for Sundays trip to the next leg of the trip- The Eurostar and 3 connections to Cinque Terra.
But the night is still young so how could we not imbide in a few more “bacari’s” (wine bars) amongst the back alleys of Venice? A quick peak in one storefront brings us the most unusual experience. A local storekeeper who speaks no English (at a Cava or Enoteca), sells vino in large barrels. He fills up a 1.5 liter bottle for us for 3 euros! This should last us a while. Well, maybe. Stumbling along, we belly up to the bar at Cantina Vecia, a very livley Chichetti bar.
We nibble on crostini and those great tiny glasses of vino, of course. Yes, life is good. Before we call it a night- have no idea what time it is anyway- we eat dinner in a great Chinese place..seafood salad, pizza- who knew? A sambuca and gelato for dessert and finally- bed at 2am!