I dreamed of sailing on the lagoon by alza
Burano, a small island on the lagoon, is a fond memory. The sun was shining and it was a hot day, which made the short vaporetto ride from Venice very pleasant. We stood outside and watched Burano appear. That's what I love about boats, the anticipation building on arriving from the water, and the melancholy of places disappearing in the mist.For a few minutes after disembarking, we were crowded into a mini calle, no bigger than a corridor. Suddenly, the calle opens onto a marvelous canal, lined with the most vivid colours of the rainbow! Keep walking, very soon the crowds have stayed behind on the campo, to shop or eat or just linger.
I spent hours walking, going into such small streets that it was embarrassing -- often, you end up in a maze, an impasse, in the middle of a scene from a resident's family life.
