As we used are to do, we ordered the trip by a Russian agency here in Frankfurt and departing in evening and next morning were in Milan. The city is pretty famous, though I can’t say I’ve been wonder-struck. Sforza Castle is nice (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castello_Sforzesco), but feels absolutely empty inside. Old-fashion trams on the streets look like just old worn-out ones, besides the neglected terrible public toilets. La Scala (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Scala) has a nice museum inside, but to appreciate it fully, one must be a true fan. Though that all doesn’t apply on Milan Cathedral (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duomo_di_Milano). The story runs: that was built to praise holly relicts of The Three Kings moved from Milan to Cologne. It seems they were not allowed in Milan to build a cathedral bigger than Cologne one, though they made it definitely fancier.
After Milan we moved to Verona. The city doesn’t feel to me so romantic as it known, but anyway that’s a cosy place to visit. For the night we stayed in Vicenza. Thus this city we could discover only in the night darkness. That only left a feeling of missed ancient beauty. Next day we had a little halt in Padua. Prato della Valle is especially nice in very morning as a spot of majestic calmness among immense churches, hidden by tremendous ancient city walls. But everything faded away as we approached to the end point of trip –Venice.
As any other tourist group travelling by a bus we arrived to Parcheggio. It feels like you’ve been crossing typical Italian plain landscape and suddenly you find yourself among the water surface outgoing somewhere beyond the horizon. A narrow road leads you to the port where you switch to the boat. Venice appears before you in the entire its peculiar beauty as probably ancient seamen saw it. Moving in Canale Della Giudecca you start realizing that you are really entering the legendary Venice glorified by Carlo Goldoni and by Giacomo Casanova. The Venice which has found its place in works of Dante Alighieri and William Shakespeare. At the Bacino Di S.Marco you see Church of San Giorgio Maggiore (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_San_Giorgio_Maggiore) in one direction, the Basilica of St Mary of Health (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Maria_della_Salute) of astonishing baroque is in another direction and right before you appears fabulous Doge's Palace and St. Mark's Square (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piazza_San_Marco).
We landed near St. Zacharias church. It felt like you leave reality and step into some wonderful imaginary world. Insanity of colours, endless fantastic masks and enormous crowd and all that on the background of marvellous sights. The guide led us by ancient alleyways (you know there are no streets and cars in Venice, but canals and boats). It was absolutely crazy and amazing. You can’t focus on anything. Every moment you see new stunning Carnival costumes greeting you, new lanes which preserved so much you stay expecting to meet Truffaldino, new squares with imposing churches and, of cause new freaking romantic bridges across the cannels with gondolas gliding. It occurred to me I’ve been led with open mouth, occasionally recalling to shoot something on cam. Maybe the cam was also shocked, it spoiled all the photos I made J. And when you think you are dazzled enough to forget of everything, you are getting to S.Marco square… Ok, it was nothing like shock before in comparing with what you have after. I can just say that I came to myself more or less only at least 1 hour later on. We were walking with my wife by narrow lanes crossing those numberless beautiful cannels. It was getting dark and city became in places almost deserted. That was the time to feel Venice, to breathe by it. Leisurely walking, occasionally meeting late costumes, observing all those ancient building with threshold ending up straight into water and linen ropes strained between buildings. That is absolutely unforgettable feelings. The only regret was we had so little time for that. So later on the boat moving by the Grand Cannel in the lights of majestic fronts it felt a little of farewell regret, a bit of tiredness and big deal of fondness to this amazing incredible city. I’ll be always keen to visit it again.