We’ve got a lot of ground to cover on our last full day, so better fuel up before we get started.
Turn on some Juanes tunes, and you’ll pretty much have the full picture–you might even feel like you were there, yourself. Either that, or you’ll be transported to your high school Spanish class, like I was–either way.
First stop, just around the corner from this joint–and next to the Palazzo Ducale–was St. Mark’s Basilica.
Sadly, but understandably, photos weren’t allowed inside. Once again, as soon as you enter, you are staring up the whole time, gaping and gazing at life-size mosaics of timeless Biblical narratives and characters. If you relieve your neck for a minute, you’ll find that the floor mirrors the ceiling with its mosaic patterns.
I wish I could show you, but I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it. Or Google it.
No really, go look it up. I’ll wait.
But don’t take too long, because we’ve got to catch the vaporetto–aka, Venice’s public transit system.
The vaporetto is a giant boat that is much like a bus, except, it’s a boat. If you want a really
cheap great way to get on the water and go up and down the grand canal without springing for a gondola or water taxi, this is the way to do it.
I am always prone to staring out windows and daydreaming–adding in water and intricately designed buildings is more than a cherry on top.
We hopped off to grab a quick lunch here:
And then after walking for a minute, it was that time.
Gelato time. And if I had to rate this particular experience, it was probably the 2nd best gelato of the trip.
Refueled and reenergized, we hopped back on the vaporetto and hopped off at the famous Rialto Bridge–the oldest bridge to span the Grand Canal.
A beautiful bridge leading to beautiful sights, but sadly, we can’t stay forever, and must continue on.
Our tickets from the Doge’s Palace were good for a couple other places, so we decided to pay one a visit–the Correr Museum.
Filled with various collections and artifacts, with each passing room, my eyes were drawn to the windows, doorways, and chandeliers, for some reason.
For good reason, I suppose.
After taking in so much, our feet–and, let’s be honest, our minds–needed a little break, but we were soon back to it and on the hunt for one last good meal.
Discovering many hopeful choices were closed on Mondays, we decided to head back to the Rialto Bridge area, and settled on the family-owned Riva Rialto…
…because with a sign like that, how could we go wrong?
The windows opening up to the sidewalk and a view of the bridge itself helped, as well.
With the best sign and views in town, they also topped the charts for the best deal–a choose-your-own, three-course meal.
I went with spaghetti aglio e olio, salad, and chicken milanese.
We can go ahead and add best food to the list, as well. I must offer apologies for taking photos after digging in–what can I say, it was as good as it looks.
Our night and our time in Venice comes to a close with one last ride on the vaporetto, and a few lingering thoughts.
As I’ve said over and over again, Venice is filled with such beauty, but it isn’t without its faults. Take a good nose for authenticity and sniff out the tourist traps, and you’ll find you can see past the veneer and into the heart of this unique city that contains more charm and history than you ever imagined an island could hold.
Tomorrow, we head back to being surrounded by solid ground and more cars than you can count in Roma!