Venice is unlike any other place we've ever been. It is mezsmerizing and bewildering to see old, ornate buildings silently standing with the water lapping at their bases, slowly eating away at the structure and leaving a patterned story of weather and time.
The magnificent city has a strange feeling of a ghost town. It is packed full with tourists and as you explore around you hear more American accents than on the street of New York City. Where are all the locals? Everywhere you look, every corner you turn, there is a new jewel for your eyes to feast on. It is a very memorable city.
This is the door I was trying to photograph when I dropped, and broke, my camera. A good lesson for me to always put the strap around my wrist! Luckily, I found a camera shop with a very helpful, friendly, honest, and English-speaking salesman and I was soon back in action. I felt almost naked without my camera, but thanks to Bryte who let me take pictures with hers, I never had to panic.
The second night we ate dinner at the restaurant Al Colombo. It was recommended to us, and we definitely recommend it to anyone else who visits Venice. The best moment of dinner was when Greg ordered a second bottle of wine for the table and he told the Italian waiter we wanted to "bump it up a notch." Amazingly there was no language barrier and he knew exactly what Greg meant. We got an amazing bottle of wine complete with all the rituals of letting it breathe etc.
We went up the Schlossberg for another view.
And went to the Murinsel for a closer view of the river.
We went up the Schlossberg for another view.
And went to the Murinsel for a closer view of the river.
