Waking up to the sounds of Venice starting to move is surreal. Between the sounds of morning deliveries, the first cruise passengers to make it to the Murano glass shops lining the Rialto bridge and our neighbors we were up, showered in our 2x2 shower stall and off to enjoy a morning cappuccino and pastry. Having covered most of Venice by foot yesterday, we bought a 24 hour boat pass and set sail for Murano.
Arriving in Murano we expected to be harassed by locals wanting to give us a tour of the glass factories. Being subjected to nothing of the sort we learned that factory tours had been stopped due to public safety concerns. Not sure why those same concerns weren't extended to the overly crowded boat that took us there; we went off on our own to try to decipher the real Murano from the Chinese imports. Once that fun was done we caught another boat to Burano and thoroughly enjoyed the multicolored homes and shops selling lovely lace and accessories.
As the sun started to set and we ran out of layers to put on we headed back to the mainland and napped before heading out to what proved to be one of my top 5 dining experiences of all time at La Bitta. A wonderful salad with fried cheese, soft blankets of gnocchi with artichoke to start; pork with mustard sauce for Al and a bean and barley soup for me and shared panna cotta and a slice of spice cake for dessert washed down by a half bottle of wine and we were finally the fat, happy tourists we knew we could be.
Rather than taking the boat back, we walked back through St Mark's Square and got to enjoy the duelling orchestras that surround the plaza. Sigh, what blessed girls we are.
Arriving in Murano we expected to be harassed by locals wanting to give us a tour of the glass factories. Being subjected to nothing of the sort we learned that factory tours had been stopped due to public safety concerns. Not sure why those same concerns weren't extended to the overly crowded boat that took us there; we went off on our own to try to decipher the real Murano from the Chinese imports. Once that fun was done we caught another boat to Burano and thoroughly enjoyed the multicolored homes and shops selling lovely lace and accessories.
As the sun started to set and we ran out of layers to put on we headed back to the mainland and napped before heading out to what proved to be one of my top 5 dining experiences of all time at La Bitta. A wonderful salad with fried cheese, soft blankets of gnocchi with artichoke to start; pork with mustard sauce for Al and a bean and barley soup for me and shared panna cotta and a slice of spice cake for dessert washed down by a half bottle of wine and we were finally the fat, happy tourists we knew we could be.
Rather than taking the boat back, we walked back through St Mark's Square and got to enjoy the duelling orchestras that surround the plaza. Sigh, what blessed girls we are.
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