My version of “Eat, Pray, Love” – Part 3

Part 3 – Venice

Venice isn’t a city, it’s a living, breathing fairytale. Imagine a place where tranquil canals lined with colorful Renaissance buildings become your streets, and silent gondolas, steered by black-clad gondoliers, are the taxis. Venice is a feast for the senses, a labyrinthine masterpiece where history whispers from every corner and the scent of saltwater hangs in the air.

But the beating heart of this watery wonderland is undoubtedly Piazza San Marco, also known as St. Mark’s Square. Picture an elegant living room, grand and open-air, paved with intricate geometric patterns. Towering over the square, a dazzling display of Byzantine architecture, is the magnificent St. Mark’s Basilica, its golden domes gleaming in the sun. Everywhere you look there’s beauty with lively cafes filled with people enjoying a glass of prosecco and watching the world go by.

But the true magic of Venice lies beyond the grand square. Venture into the maze of narrow alleys, or “calli” as they’re called locally. These hidden passageways, lined with vibrant buildings adorned with ornate wrought-iron balconies, are a treasure trove of hidden gems. Small family-run shops spill out onto the streets, their windows overflowing with handcrafted Murano glass – intricate figurines, colorful vases, and dazzling chandeliers catching the light. The air fills with the aroma of freshly baked bread from local bakeries and the enticing scents of traditional Venetian cuisine wafting from tucked-away trattorias. Getting lost in these charming alleyways is a delightful way to discover the true soul of Venice.

I wandered the canals, explored the secret alleys, and marveled at the architectural grandeur. It was like a dream. Venice is a city unlike any other, a place where time slows down and beauty surrounds you at every turn.

We stumbled upon a restaurant conveniently located right outside our hotel, just across from the railway station. Given the touristy nature of the area, I had some reservations about the food quality. However, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that, apart from the slightly slower service than usual, the food was delightful. And, as expected, we couldn’t resist indulging in Tiramisu for dessert once again! I am convinced at this point that there’s no bad food in Italy. The breakfast served the next morning at the hotel was equally delicious!

I came across this blog that talks more about the Gondolas of Venice. I didn’t realize that in order to be Gondoliers in Venice, the Gondoliers must buy their own gondolas and have to spend several years of apprenticeship under a licensed gondolier, along with passing rigorous exams and obtaining necessary licenses from the Venetian authorities.


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