Out of the station the scene bustled; hundreds of people of every nationality sitting, standing, queuing, walking or simply riding past in a boat. They all had one thing in common, a happy smile on their faces, everyone glad to be in one of the world’s most beautiful places. Along with everyone else, we queued in the heat for our ticket for the water taxi and were soon on our way to Piazza San Marco. Last year we caught a taxi and were disappointed that we seemed to be going the wrong way round the industrial area of Venice, but at the last moment glimpsed the familiar tower and the photos we took then, were probably our best. This year the taxi took the ‘scenic’ route and we were spoilt for choice of all the charismatic facades to photograph. I could imagine myself being Caneletto, streaming along the waterways, wondering which view to paint next, beauty, colour and texture in abundance. Not sure how the metal sculpture of the skull fitted in, but it was intriguing all the same. So we spent a happy day walking the streets and drinking in the atmosphere. It seemed lots busier than on previous visits, so by 5 o’clock we were ready to catch the train home and go in search of more peaceful scenes.
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