Ah, Venice. The third and last city of our Italy trip. By now we've already had more gelato than my whole life put together, understand how an Italian menu works, and even learnt a few words from the constant exposure to them. We've planned our days with generous pockets of time to wander around in between getting to the different places we want for each day. So here they are.
[9:30am] We started our first day in Venice, with E being our navigation system through the very many maze-y streets. Just taking everything in as we walk. E being ever the glutton and S a fan of seafood, they couldn't resist a good looking €2.50 squid.
[10:00am] There's the Rialto Bridge and the view it offers. As we walk towards the Doge Palace, we caught a glimpse of how Venetians live their daily lives, transporting people and goods via the rivers. Also came across a Diagon Alley worthy dragon looking thing above a shop.
[11:30am] After a bit of shopping, we arrived outside Doge Palace. While E queues for tickets, I wandered around the area and noticed a guy setting up his large format camera. Not sure about the nature of the relationship between the man and the lady but I can't help notice how cheery the lady is helping the guy out all that time. Trying to get photos of her happy faces while trying not feeling like a creep at the same time.
[12:00pm] And we're in. Ceilings with huge paintings and portraits with gold, I'm no art aficionado but I couldn't help but feel amazed at how magnificent the palace is. Mostly in awe of the details.
[3:00pm] After another fix of gelato, we moved next door to the Saint Mark's Basilica, after depositing our bags at a nearby street less than 300m away because they aren't allowed. Again, I'm in awe at how grand the interior feels.
[4:00pm] We milled around outside for more photo-taking before making our way back before it gets dark. Just in case we couldn't find our way back. Spotted faces in intercoms, one looking very much like Tinman from Wizard of Oz. I'm calling it that I've spotted a hiding Transformer. Ending our first day in Venice with a welcome message on the wall*. I guessed what it meant because Italian words bare some similarities to French words so I took a photo of it.
*Just do a quick Google Translate.