Night Train

“The city had grown old but Brunetti loved the sorrows of her changing face.” Donna Leon, Dressed For Death

Today was our last day in Venice. It has been a marvelous and magical time. The city is an amazing place. Even the idea that it exists solely on tourism doesn’t distract from the architecture and art. However, I am glad we were here a few days before the height of the Carnevale celebration. While it was soooooo much fun to be here for that and see all the fabulous costumes, by Saturday it was impossible to get into the Bacilica or even walk around the San Marco area. Yesterday we noticed from the ferry to Mutano a park. Since we had to check out of the hotel, we walked to the park and read for a while. It was a very warm day. We later killed some time by having a drink at Harry’s Bar, the place where the carpaccio dish was developed supposedly at rhe request of a woman who could only eat uncooked meat and an inventive chef who admired Carpaccio’s paintings. Finally, around 5pm we took the vaporetto back to the train station, had dinner and the got on board for the overnight train. Wayne said the compartment looks about 6′ x 6′. Buona Notte. A look back this beautiful place on flickr