|View of Amalfi taken as we walked the steps down from Agerola|
Yesterday we hung them on the outdoor dryer on the terrace and made our way down to Amalfi on foot, in sunshine and heat. That's the view of Amalfi, above, about halfway down. We returned in clouds and rain, to our laundry as wet as when we left. With some weilding of the hairdryer, and a few hours in the window, I remain hopeful that I won't have to enact Hubby's canoe camping solution. (i.e. letting body heat dry them.) Ick. It may work in a pinch in the middle of Algonquin Park, but I've no desire to wriggle my way to Positano tomorrow in wet underwear. Okay. Maybe that's too much information?
Anyhoo, Hubby has gone walk-about in the rain this morning, and I'm having a lazy morning to myself. The first since we landed in Venice two weeks ago.
Ah, Venice. Venice was wonderful. Water, lots of water, and crowds, and emptiness. But, let me explain.
We didn't actually stay in Venice, but on the smaller island of Murano, where the traditional glass makers live. We loved it there. Our room in our small B&B hotel had a balcony overlooking the canal from which we watched the boats chug by early each morning, delivering everything from toilet paper and bottled water to vegetables and wine to the various shops and restaurants. Murano was right up our canal, so to speak. Beautiful, quiet, and practically empty after 6 pm. That's the view from our balcony below.
|Afternoon view from our room at the Murano Palace|
|Moonlight on the canal in Murano|
|Wading wedding guests in Saint Mark's Square|
|Bride and groom consulting their map in Venice.|
|Lovely quiet Burano.|
|Matching my scarf to Burano colours|
|Dusk in Vieste. Trust me, there are Bells.|
Right now, as I'm writing, I can hear the little bell in the square here in Agerola; "the clock upbraids me with a waste of time" as Olivia says in Twelfth Night. The rain has stopped. Maybe my clothes are dry. And Hubby awaits. After all, I can't sit all day long, now can I?
There's much more to come on Italy anon. But for now, arrivederci, amici miei