As if the city wasn't wet enough. Jesse and I rode the train into Venice arriving with a drizzling rain that continued to fall all day. Despite the rain, we made the most of our one and only day that we had to spend in Venice--the city of gondoliers, paninis and watery streets. We took the city water bus down the Grand Canal past the big cruise ships to the Piazza San Marco to see the Dogès Palace. This palace is a beautiful building, built with many different kinds of marbles. During the winter season, Venice floods and so in many piazza's and squares, boardwalks have to be erected for the common folk to walk upon to keep their little toesies dry. From there, Jesse and I walked around, turning corner, squeezing past other tourists down narrow streets between tall buildings, getting lost the deeper and deeper we got into Venice. To make matters worse, we were soaked and miserable and all we wanted to do was sit down and eat our cheese and sausage and drink our wine on a nice and dry bench. Alas, to no avail, for we could not find a bench anywhere and we had to settle for a semi-dry doorstep down a random lane. The wine warmed our bellies enough to get us to a water bus stop and from there we went to Lido Island for some hot chocolate and a pastry. After warming ourselves for a good hour, we took the water bus back to the train station, hopped on our train and waved 'goodbye' to Venice and 'hello' to Rome.
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