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We walked along the Strada Nova on our way back through the Rialto area towards San Marco Square, so as to have lunch at a local Pizzeria and continue along the Riva dei Sete Martiri.
By the time we reached Piazza San Marco it was definitely more crowded than it had been in the early hours, though by no means overcrowded.
We then strolled along the large seafront walk without any time constraints ... just taking advantage of the fine weather, the movement around the bay and the multiple views.
As we passed the Hotel Savoia Jolanda the name prompted me to unexpectedly think back to Savoie and la tour Yolande in Chambery ..., for no specific reason and apparent connection but its name.
Along the river we came across a few statues related to World War II, with the one depicting a lifeless lady represent every woman who took part on it being the one which impressed me most.
On the way back to the Piazza I couldn't help photographing some of the delicate 14th and 15th century capitals of the columns of the Doge's Palace whose carvings, amongst others, were representations of the months of the year, flowers and moral oriented scenes, such as the Drunkenness of Noah.
We picked up our backpacks at the hotel and walked in the direction of the Ponte d'ell Accademia, in whose area our new hotel was located.
Walking across the Great Canal I noticed a few "love lockers" attached to the bridge, like I have seen in many other places and wondered how many people still believe it will work ... I just wish I could believe it to be that easy ..., which I don't ... or might it simply a question of strong belief?
Walking across the Great Canal I noticed a few "love lockers" attached to the bridge, like I have seen in many other places and wondered how many people still believe it will work ... I just wish I could believe it to be that easy ..., which I don't ... or might it simply a question of strong belief?
Not to dissimilar from the previous hotel, this one had quite a cosy inner garden and a rather "inviting" entrance hall though ...
Tired out from having walked all day long we just ventured along the seafront as far as San Basilio, where three female musician statues stood ... and there we stood ourselves listening to the "silenced" melody as the sun slowly went down ... before heading back to the hotel ...
"and there we stood ourselves listening to the "silenced" melody as the sun slowly went down". You are right Iolanda, sometimes the silence is the best and most important melody...
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