In retrospect, we did not really do much except ride the vaporettos. We started off visiting San Marco's Basilica. Photography is not allowed within, so we have no pictures of the interior to share with you. Suffice it to say, I was once again amazed by what people do with mosaics.
After a brisk walk through the dark and dank interior of San Marco's, we headed out to Lido. Lido... is basically Italy's California. The coastline was all sandy beach, and lazy, leathery Italians. It was beautiful. We took the bus up then down the long island. There was supposed to be a shipwreck somewhere near the island, but we were unable to locate it. Off to Murano, an island famed for its glass artisans.
Getting to Murano was a pain. We boarded the wrong vaporetto, which took us several stops in the wrong direction before we realized our error. When we finally arrived, we were unable to actually locate anyone blowing glass. It was a huge disappointment. We wandered up one of the streets, window shopping, and then headed back to the hotel, to retrieve our EuroPasses in order to book seats to Munich. We ended up with reservations for an overnighter leaving the next day at 22:50, and arriving at 6:30.
After booking our seats, we took a short nap in the hotel, and headed out to the vaporettos again, this time with the objective of doing some sightseeing on them. Riding the number one to the top of the canal, we got front seats for the trip back down. Night was falling rapidly as we made our winding way, snapping horribly blurred pictures of grand faces of the buildings lining the canal.
We arrived in San Marco's Piazza a while after dark, to the sonorous song of Andrea Bocelli, who was in concert that evening. We were seranaded all the way back to the hotel, catching a few strains of famous operas.
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