A train from Venezia to Firenze; Venice to Florence.
The whole of the world calls half of Italy by names that the Italians don’t; and then wonder why the Italians wave their arms around all the time.
A train from Venezia to Firenze; Venice to Florence.
The whole of the world calls half of Italy by names that the Italians don’t; and then wonder why the Italians wave their arms around all the time.
An intense amount of evaluation led me to forfeit our business class train fares to Florence and take a day trip to Burano island with Imogen instead. And then catch the train at dusk by myself with a mountain of luggage and two really exhausted kids, one on my lap because there weren’t enough seats on the train let alone any in business class.
Venice.
Conflicting reviews on this place but since my Italian boss ordered me to go, I had no choice. I am indebted for this arm-twist. The charm of this place stole my heart; ancient buildings, artisans, inner goth, gourmet food and canals for roads - yes, you may not know that unique fact about this place.
I bought a Leica M10 - to use my favourite lens.