Sketching the Light and Landscape in Venice
“I’m not getting on.”
“You have to get on.”
“I don’t, I’m not going.”
5 minutes earlier, you could have mistaken us for locals, idly chatting to a friendly-looking Italian who had informed us we needed to take the Linea Arancio (Orange line) to San Marco.
The journey time? Well …it could take anywhere between 30 minutes and 1 hour. He seemed vague, but of course, why should he know details about the journey.
We’d caught a late-night flight into Venice and were waiting for one of the last ‘Alilaguna’ boats from the airport.
The energy started to change, and people formed an orderly queue beside a man clinging precariously to the side of an extremely buoyant boat, and then it dawned on us.
The small lurching vessel moored in the dock, that I had 100% assured Vanessa we wouldn’t have to go in, was indeed our transport.
And the vague Italian man … he was the Captain.
The rain lashed into the small space at the rear of the boat, tourists and suitcases packed in together and then I heard Vanessa say “Scusami, Scusami, we’ve changed our minds, we’re getting off at the Rialto Bridge”
3 stops earlier than I’d planned.
Our Venetian adventure had begun…






