Waking up in Venice

The hotel which seemed so quaint is not as quant this morning. We were awoken by construction workers at 7:30 am

Breakfast of Melba toast, where are our crossaints and danishes?
We are off to explore.

Bell Tower, should be cool with a view of the entire square and surrounding area. We pay our 8 Euro and we are in the Q. Sudden activity. The elevator door is broken. It will not open. The workers run in circles, phones are ringing, Mossimo Mossimo the person in the elevator joins in the yelling. Tourists are not sure what to do. The French couple in front of us demands a refund, the woman looks alarmed. Chris says we are still in. The worker grabs a ladder and what looks to be a yard stick. Finally the door is opened, but the ride has been closed for the morning. We get a refun and are on our way.

Murano. Glass Furnaces and factories. Quiet inviting. Walk walk walk. Abacus of glass in the square. Makes even me like math. Enter Church with entire floor and celing made of Mosaic. Glass Crucifix on the wall. This includes teh cross and jesus being made of glass. Amazing.

We must power up, we have glasses to find. Birra and a panini to go. We walked the entire island and still cant find the glasses. Mary where in the hell did you get those glasses?

Back to the water bus, heading back to San Marco Square.

Check the Doges palace for tickets and times for tomorrow. Shit it is open and no line. We are dragging but we better go now. We go right in. Amazing art and architecure. Big money with the rulers that ruled until death. Old and new prisons, not somewhere you want to live. Across the bridge of sighs..............................

Back to the bell tower. The elevator has been fixed, we think. Chris says we are Kenny Rogers. Gamblers, lets take a chance, roll the dice. What is the worst that can happen. Stunning views and great photos.

The engine needs fuel. Market for wine, salami, olives and pecorino cheese. Sesame crackers and we are off to our hotel. Relax, sit, eat on the canal.

Discuss Lake region plans as we prepare to go out for the evening.

Birra and pizza while we stroll the city. Still looking for Gelato. Cafe Modonna off the bridge rialto. No reservations. We will go late. Dinner after 10 pm. This is a vacation.

Stumbled upon the Irish pub unexpectantly. Didnt we look for this last night. Right there on our path. Tomorrow we return.

Bad day no Gelato. Chris says if you miss a day, the next day you get to have it four times. HHMM What flavor he will choose!!!

Good night.