Sun 01.Jul.2012
Venice, Italy

Ancona, Italy is an industrial port city with little to offer a traveller. But it is where the ferry from Croatia deposits you. It least it gets you there first thing in the morning, so you have plenty of time to find a way up to the train station, then negotiate a train ticket to almost anywhere else in Italy.

Where else in Italy? My goal in the country was to get the night train to Vienna. You could do that from Rome. But it works more easily, and with more time to spare, from Venice.

A no-brainer if ever there were one.
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What is this? Classic figure? no visible arms?

It is
Venice de Milo!

While people are reaching for tomatos to throw, let us distract their attention with these marble columns from the front of the San Marco Basilica.

My memory insists that in about 1991, the colors in these columns were much richer, more saturated. Have they really faded so much in the last 20 years, or are they just a bit dusty and unpolished?




There was an earthquake that morning near Bologna, which ended up delaying my night train by two hours. But it had little effect on my mid-day connection to Venice. Arrive at Santa Lucia station, slightly groggy from lack of sleep on the ferry the night before; stash my baggage at the consigna, and plunge into the maze of twisty little streets to enjoy this dazzlingly seductive city, and hopefully find an Italian coffee.
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I don't think I ever before saw a sign explicitly permitting this particular act.

Or this one, let alone in a restaurant.



Around San Marco
After some wandering (and yes, some good Italian caffe macchiato), I made my way down to Venice's great set piece, the Piazza San Marco. You have seen pictures of it by pros in a zillion magazines and movies, so I am free to concentrate on personal quirky observations.
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As I was admiring the harbor from San Marco, a tug boat came by, towing - surprise - a monster cruise ship, I believe from Costa Lines. I gathered at the shore to gawk as the behemoth passed. As she approached, I realized that every bit of space at her rails was occupied by passengers gawking at us! Or at the Piazza behind us, and the city around us.

When you have paid for a ship cruise, Venice is a Big Deal!
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You can't stay forever at San Marco. I made my way westward through the maze of streets, piazzas, footbridges, canals, etc, coming eventually to my destination, the Accademia Bridge
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People have taken to the practice here of leaving a padlock on the bridge. The local lock shops must approve.

The view from the Accademia Bridge is as famous as those from San Marco or the Rialto Bridge. You will surely agree it looks familiar.



Italy is famous for its ability to serve you a first-class dinner at a first-class price. Venice is famous for your ability to get a mediocre dinner no matter how much you pay.

You can take advantage of this seeming problem; eat cheap in Venice - there is nothing to lose - and save your food-splurging budget for more fertile territory.

The ability to sit outdoors in the evening breeze was all the extra I needed.
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Remember cigarette machines? This one is built into a wall on the street, as if it were an ATM.



Dinner and coffee gained me a second wind that did not last near as long as the wait for my quake-delayed night train. I spent a few slightly desperate hours on the plaforms at Mestre station, not daring to sleep, watching the departures board as the size of the delay grew by stages from ten minutes to seventy.

It did finally arrive though, and eventually depart. I shared a six-bunk compartment with a family of five English-speaking Pakistanis from Dubai, who proved to be good company the next morning on the last couple of hours, coming down out of the Alps, and across the flatland into Vienna.


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