I omitted this photo from the last post. It shows two men rowing on Lake Como in a typical rowing boat and in a typical stance.
We have been so busy with friends and sightseeing that there seems no time to write my blogs. So here is a condensed version of the last 11 days.
Week beginning 5 May (what a long time ago that seems)
Monday morning found us on an early train from Como to Milan. I have only ever spent a day in this city many years ago with my late husband so I was looking forward to rediscovering its joys.
Of course we went to the top of the Duomo and admired the view from such a height. They are busy cleaning all the stone parapets and adornments – a virtual hive of activity.
We took the lift u as far as we could and then climbed the remainder of the stairs. I wish I were 20 years younger. Wandering around the roof area we s the men working, suspended high above the street as they cleaned the facade.
Then we went into the Galleria – a wondrous building in which were all the fashionable shops of the world.
Display window – Prada Shop
And of course, the stunning mosaic floor in the centre
We ate lunch in a rooftop restaurant and looked down on the city.
We were enchanted by the narrow streets once we got away from the hustle and bustle around the city centre.
Of course we went to see La Scala – but what an unimposing building for such a world famous Opera House.
Oh and the crowning glory to the day? I insisted on a drink in the Galleria – E28 for a G&T and a beer – $NZ44 and $US38. Not something to be repeated often.
So tired and happy we caught the train back to our friends/family in Como.
Wednesday found us wandering the back streets of Como on our own.
Nowhere escapes the scourge of the graffitti artists.
My partner, the architect, was entranced by this statue.
Friday found us boarding the express train to Venice. How I looked forward to this trip – third time lucky for me to visit Venice.
Of course, we visited the Railto Bridge, St Marks Square, the Bridge of Sighs and all the main tourist spots but most of the time was spent in the little alleys and backstreets far away from the hoards of tourists. One day there were three huge liners docked close in and they each disgourged a couple of thousand tourists.
St Mark’s Square
A small canal
A quite back street canal
We spent several hours at the Peggy Guggenheim Museum and I was entranced by the statue garden.
The plaque at the entrance to the Peggy Guggenheim Museum
In the Peggy Guggenheim Statue Garden
Henry Moore in the Peggy Guggenheim Statue Garden
Woman statue Peggy Guggenheim Statue Garden
Where does this passage lead?
One day we went to the Jewish Ghetto established in 1516 established under special laws of the Government of the Republic. Jews were confined to this area and could not leave from sunset till dawn. The area was closed in by gates watched over by guards.
The Ghetto existed for two and half centuries until Napoleon conquered Venice and tore down the gates allowing Jews the freedom to live wherever they wanted. Many still live in this small enclave containing houses, restaurants and businesses particular to the Jewish people.
Shops and apartments Jewish Ghetto Venice
Plaza – Jewish Ghetto Venice
And some 1000 more photos to bore our friends with when we return.
And now we are getting ready for our foray into Spain. this time our friends in Como will accompany us for the first 12 days, leaving us after Granada.
I hope you are enjoying this trip as much as we are.
Note: The photographs with dates are mine, all the rest are courtesy of my partner, Jon Craig.