Monday, December 9, 2013

A Mother's Gift- A Month in Italy- Part 13

Venezia with my husband!

Early in the morning, Andrea and I took a taxi back to the Venice airport.
I was excited knowing I was going to meet my husband in the cafe there.
We had only texted each other for the last 13 days.
I had told him where to meet me.

And there he was!

We took the bus to Plaza Roma, then took a water bus into Venezia.
From there with luggage in tow, we followed the directions to the flat, where we rented a room for two night.
The flat was deep in the back alleys, but near Plaza San Marco.
We walked right to it!

Then we walked and explored the city for two days!

What an amazing city!

Lot's of tourists coming in on ships.

The smell is a mixture of water, fish and garbage, but not overpowering.

It's easy to get lost.

The architecture is an architects dream!

Art is everywhere...

and so are boats.

The shops are fun and unique.
Opera is big.

Lovers have declared their love for each other and sealed it with a lock on the bridges.

There's so much going on everywhere you look.
 It was great riding the water buses all over the city.

I could have taken hundreds of pictures of just doors.

On the second day we purchased tickets to the la Biennale  (The Biannual)

A world art show which happens every two years.

Some exhibitions were FREE and set up around the city.
This young artist broke my heart as I looked the eyes of her self portraits and read her bio.

The art was spectacular!

This was an enormous panel of cloth depicting the apocalypse
Artur Zmijewski, 1966, Warsaw, Poland.

I really liked this artist:
Anna Zemankova from the Czech Republic

She married a military man, raised four children, endured WWII and the communist party only to begin suffering from depression in the 1950's when she hit menopause.

Her oldest son, an artist, gave her paints and brushes hoping to help her.
She immediately loved drawing and painting.
She would wake up at 4 am and begin feverishly painting as if in a trance.

"I'm growing flowers here that are not grown anywhere else."

Even the cafe was a work of art.

The American Pavilion: Sarah Sze, Triple Point
Click on this link to watch a video of her showing and explaining her work

Each of the pieces in the British Pavilion were political statements.
This piece was commenting on one of the princes who allegedly shot and killed an endangered bird species.

At the end we drank British tea.

A french artist filled a open space with stools!

 We walked to this cafe each morning for our cappuccino and pastry.
It was nice eating with the locals and not tourists.

Just across the plaza was an ancient catholic church.
We enjoyed watching the locals enter in their Sunday best, Sunday morning.

After two days, we rode the water buses back to Plaza Roma, caught the bus back to the airport and picked up our little red fiat for the next part of our adventure!

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