This week I’m hosting extremely vivid photograph by Robyn Carter from The Ambling Photographer.
She is super talented picture taker but as well great writer of stories which you may check on her other blog The Ambling Rambler.
Picture Story: Burano, Venice, Italy
When planning my trip to Venice and making decisions on what to see, I typed in ‘Venice’ on Google and clicked on images. I as well found an ultimate 2-week Italy itinerary that included Venice and was perfect to follow.
I was intrigued when I saw some of the images full of bright colourful housing labelled ‘Burano’. Which is one of many great things to do in Venice on your stay.
When I the googled the images for Burano, and pages of bright colourful images came up, I knew I must visit here, despite only having a little over 24 hours in Venice.
We (my daughter and I) basically, arrived in Venice, dumped our luggage in our hotel room, and then jumped on the Vaparetto to Burano.
It is a decision I will never regret. When you get off the ferry, the first few houses are uninspiring, and you’re wondering what the fuss is.
Walk through an alleyway and you come out on the pavement and you simply must stop and stare. Everything is so colourful that the photographs cannot really do it justice.
Colour tickles your eyeballs from every direction, and you don’t know where to point the camera first.
After being rooted to the spot for five minutes in absolute shock, you take your first tentative steps and you round a corner and find another canal lined with even more colourful houses.
At this stage, you have to sit down and just drink it all in. We wandered around for four hours and even then only very reluctantly left. Of all my travelling in Europe, I averaged about 200 images per day.
Burano – I took nearly 4 times that, as I didn’t want to miss anything. I loved the colour of the buildings, and in turn, these were reflected in the canals.
I loved the ladies sitting making lace in the shade. The quiet tranquillity of the place, which you somehow felt, even though there were many tourists.
I loved all the washing hanging out from the windows. I have to admit that when I got home, I even looked at houses for sale on the island.
I’m hoping that my lotto ticket will make my dream come true. If it does, you’ll be able to visit me and I’ll be one of the ladies making lace in the shade!