Good morning continental breakfast, don't you look starchy.
We weren't in a hurry to do much of anything on our second day in Venice. After breakfast, we had a chat with a few of the guys that ran the front desk, Alessandro and Carlo, about switching rooms to one with a better view. That taken care of, they offered up advice on places to see, places to eat, and how best to get around. We mentioned that we liked the less crowded parts of the city, and that we weren't really interested in the museums or tourist attractions. Carlo broke down the different neighborhoods, or sestieri, and a few points of interest. With our marked up map, we set out to pick up 3 day waterbus tickets by the train station, then we ventured into the quiet Cannaregio sestieri. On our hotel map this region was color coded yellow and it curved along the northern portion of the island; we took to calling it The Banana.We entered the Banana from the northwest by the train station. Tthe first few blocks consisted of drab apartments, and Julien was tempted to turn around. It soon opened up into a beautiful canal with lots of locals going about their day. My tourist mode was turned off, so I didn't start snapping pictures right away. We wandered, went down alleys that ended in small, residential waterways, and Julien swung around a fence that extended over the water. Neither of us noticed the bent spikes on the other side that ran vertically along the edge of the fence, and he got a nice stab in the skull to start the day off right. We wandered along the inner rim of the Banana for awhile until we found the main tourist vein. Not wanting to face the crowds, we decided to cut through to the outer edge and look out to sea.
That done, we headed back through the Nanner, with a goal of reaching the end before we hopped on a vaporetto back to the hotel in search of lunch.
Along the way, Julien considered being a plumber in Venice.
We came to the end of the Banana, and returned to the outer rim to get a look at the island cemetery, San Michele.
Back at base, Carlo recommended a restaurant a few minutes away.
We caught the tail end of the lunch hour, so I'm giving this place a pass for squeezing our orders in, but the food didn't earn a photo.We walked back to the hotel after our late lunch and lounged. I sat in the lobby to use the free wifi (ethernet only in the rooms) and Julien read. On the way back I passed this scene and I pictured Rachel and the kids. I think Venice would give me a heart attack if we had Henry & Greta along.
There was a heavy downpour of rain later that evening, but the day ended with a beautiful sunset. We went out to dinner later, and were so tired and loopy we laughed through most of it. We stayed up late, and started to feel like we were finally adjusting to Italian time.
Tomorrow, island hopping and missing the risotto window.