On the way we passed one of the biennale artworks.
The glass blowers and artisans were located in Murano, away from Venice proper, because of the possible threat of fire to the then mainly wooden city.
All the work of these two in shaping one element of a chandelier was wasted when it was dropped, spectacularly. Then it was up to the showrooms and consideration of exactly how many heirloom sets of 16th century style stemware we really needed.
After a salad lunch and another ferry ride, we decided that the tourist oath did require that we go for a gondola ride, at least as far as the Doge's palace. Mario and Gianni negotiated with the gondolier and off we lurched through the little canals in company with a few others ....
In the square there are two towers designed to intimidate visitors to Venice. Who is standing on a crocodile? It looks a little like Steve Irwin in roman attire.
The Doge, the elected leader of Venice, who ruled with the help of the senate and various other state bodies, lived in this palace.
Inside is decorated with beautiful paintings depicting the history of Venice, battles, events and famous people. Tintoretto among others.
We walked over the Bridge of Sighs and through the many dungeons.
It is called the Bridge of Sighs because once someone was convicted of a crime this was their last chance to look at the city of Venice before they were consigned to the dungeons to die.
We were late back to meet up with the others, as we underestimated the time needed to get back and as the ferry we wanted to catch was late. Mario, John, and Bruce had waited for us at the car park.
The sun set was lovely but the bus would not start. Mario made many phone calls, John worked out how to check under the bonnet, Bruce checked the information book and Don read his book.
The Green Line man walked out of the lift carrying a bag and jump-started the bus.
We got back to a delicious seafood meal around 9.00.
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