We slept in this morning, both making up for the previous night on the train and preparing for the next one. We ate breakfast, packed our things and tidied up the apartment before heading out a little to ten.
We took the water taxi to the train station, left our bags there (which was really expensive) and started on our way to Burano. The weather was hot and humid and the water taxis were crammed, so it wasn’t the most enjoyable hour and a half of my life, although it definitely was worth it.
Burano was an absolute fairy tale. The houses were all different kinds of bright colors and there weren’t nearly as many tourists as there had been around the centre of old Venice.
We rested for a bit by the waters edge, where I started talking with a Swede who had had his leg amputated four weeks earlier. Afterward, we walked around the island, admirering the facades and the shopping windows filled with Burano lace, while trying to keep in the shade.
By the time we sailed away from the island it was around 1 pm, and we arrived about half an hour later on Murano, the island famous for its glass. The facades of Murano definitely weren't as beautiful as on Burano and there were a lot more tourists, but walking around the island, looking at all the beautiful glass decorations, I felt that I had gotten more of an insight into Venice’s history as a whole, having seen other parts of the city than just the main island.
Taking the water taxi back to the old town getting off at Crea, we ate a late lunch at Cocaeta, a lovely creperie that also had lots of vegan options.
Once again we had found a less touristy part of Venice on the other side of the Island from St. Mark’s Square and we enjoyed our savory crepes in the sun, before taking the water taxi to yet another part of Venice, where we walked down charming roads to Peggy Guggenheim’s collection of modern art.
Although the entrance was a bit expensive, the gallery was wonderful, with an amazing collection of Pollock, Picasso, Miró and many more artists.
Although a few of the artworks did make we wonder if we were all idiots for trying to find meaning in it, like this piece:
The gallery closed at 6 pm, so we made our way toward Gelateria il Doge, that had several vegan flavors, where we (yet again) got ice cream.
Afterward, we just walked around, turning down random streets, following groups of people or crossing bridges, which at times let us to dead ends but ultimately got us to the more modern part of old Venice, where we rested in a park for a little while.
By then we had about an hour until our reservation at La Tecia Vegana at 8 pm, so we decided to walk to the Ca’ D’Oro (the golden house) as our final destination. Halfway there though, Zuzanna realised that we had accidentally reserved seats for the wrong train, so we changed destination and went back to the train station instead, reserving seats for the right train. We then made our way to the vegan restaurant, walking through streets that tourism had not yet reached but that were none the less just as beautiful.
We sat outside in the warm weather, eating slowly and enjoying our last night in Venice before heading back to the station to get our luggage and wait for the train that would arrive at 00.08.
In the train we ended up next to each other, with strangers in front of us, and so there was no reclining the seats tonight. I barely slept the whole night, definitely experiencing my worst of the three nights on trains this time. But I didn’t actually mind the sleepless night, and when we were woken up by an Italian voice over the speaker at 6 in the morning, we were ready to explore Rome.
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