Rendezvous in Venice

We travelled by night. It was full moon, so I could see the black shadows of the big trees of the Alps on the white snow-blanket clearly through the bus window. It was a little bit strange being next to the see in February. After we had collected some shells out of the wet sand on the desolated beach in the morning, we went to the harbour (Punta Sabbione) to cruise to San Marco Square, Venice.

We enjoyed rambling and hanging about the tight streets and alleyways, the canals up and down, bridge by bridge, although it was the day before the opening ceremony. We tasted the Italian pizza but it was not better at all than the Hungarian one. In every single restaurant (being smaller or bigger, low-level or high-level) the waiters wear black trousers and white coat with black bow-tie, they are embarrassing elegant. I think it’s a little bit misleading.

Next day began the real amusement. Venice was extremely full of tourists (mass of Chinese) and each has a camera in service. It was a challange to take a good photo because of the others. More and more strange figures appeared, some of them was frightening, some of them had great prestige, some were glamorous but each of them was to regale our eyes. The sun began to shine, so the view of the opposite bank became picturesque after the previous day’s misty veils.