Today we decided to go Island hopping and fell in love with Burano
However first things first... We are crashing early so we rise early and some light cloud was keeping it cool. This is the view from one of our lounge windows down into a typical Venetian courtyard.
There are several glass sculptures around and this one catches my eye.
Though the island is relatively small we are still not quite sure how to find the glass museum and we check our map in a shady spot and suddenly a familiar accent joins in. Maureen from Sydney isn't sure where she is going either so the 3 of us get lost together until I ask someone who Maureen suggests looks local. "Scuse" I say (and should have said scusa) then try "Museo?" The well presented lady points in the opposite direction and gives instructions that we clearly don't understand after the first left turn. She indicates we should follow and we do for quite a long time. Finally we see the Museo Vaporetto stop and I gesture at the map it holds but the lady is clear we aren't there yet and to follow her. We do, like three obedient puppies and she takes us right to the door. I say "grazie buon giorno" and she says "ciao" and smiles and walks on. We have no idea if we've taken her out of her way on such a hot day. We have learned there is always help if you ask.
The museum is interesting and includes glass dating back to the 1st century! Much is being renovated so it doesn't take long and we wander in and out of various glass shops for a while. In one we ask about seeing glass being made and we are directed to a public display area.
This fellow starts (well when we arrive he has) a ball of molten glass.
Then they get together.
Burano is just delightful. It is known for it's lace making and colourful houses. We start by eating lunch in the park where we arrive and also take a pic with Maureen.
We also enjoy the leaning tower of Burano. This is the bell tower of the church of St Martin Bishop and it leans to one side due to the subsidence of one side of the foundations, which, as in Venice, are on wooden piles.
On the waterbus ride home I capture a few of the ruins that make you wonder if one day all of Venice will look like (particularly if we keep trying to ignore climate change)