Interrail, #1: Venice

1. Venice clichee number 1: Canals and gondolieri.

2. Another typical looking picture of Venice that works well for introductory purposes.

3. The morning of July 4th. First hazy attempts at orientation after getting off the night train.

5. Our residence: “Ca’ Dario”. It had air condition.

6. Venice clichée number 2: Small canal, bridge over canal, preciously decorated gondola in foreground. I think this was taken was near Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari.

7. Public display of religion: In the face of outdoor icons of the Madonna, Max is turning increasingly pious.

8. Epic once-in-a-century storm, and we are ‘stranded’ at the Lido. Question of the moment: “Is a Vaporetto a Faraday Cage?" (I still don’t know.)

9. Day 2: Piazza San Marco. Isn’t the duomo pretty?

10. Star-struck by the tetrarchs.

11. Venice clichée number 3: Narrow walls lining a narrow canal. Laundry lines and boats.

12. In order to demonstrate our lack of interest in glassblowing, we visit Burano, not Murano. There are pretty, colourfully painted little houses there, and lots of people selling lace to tourists.

13. Oh yes, and this is us. We’re not that photogenic, but ...

14. Dusk in Venice.

I would like ...

All the colours ...

Assortedness.

As none of the avid observers of this blog will have failed to notice, I’m still putting off the formidable task of uploading, posting and commenting upon the enormous load of travel photos safely stored away on my hard drive.
Therefore, and meanwhile, a succinct representation in visual form of what I am chiefly occupied with at the moment.
Enjoy.

This is Max’s kitchen in a breakfast context.

This is the strange new doctor and his bitches.

This is couscous stuffed peppers with three kinds of cheese, aka devil’s cock and balls.

This is a page of the book on Herakles I was reading yesterday.

This is my stack.

Sign of Life.

I have been back in my native country for exactly a week, today, and thought it was time for at least a minor sign of life. Therefore the above proof of my uncanny ability to take anything literal - a picture of the quirkiest road sign in France, I assume, and one of what I believe to be over a thousand photographs taken on our Interrail trip through Europe. (Phaw.)
Hello again!
I have not grown a moustache over the last month, even though I never shaved.