Monday 27 May: Burano e un Manifestazione dei Venditori
Today is Memorial Day in America. For the past several days, President Bush has been in
Europe: Germany, Russia, and France. Today he'll visit Normandy Beach. On Italian
television yesterday, he seemed testy and not too bright in a press conference with
France's Chirac. Did he appear that way to the folks back home? How embarrassing for us.
What is definitely not inferior is the look of the island. Burano differs from the other islands in the lagoon in that there are no great palaces or churches, just a low skyline of small one- or two-story houses looking very much alike except for their colors. Bright, vivid and intense colors. Reds, blues, yellows, greens, pinks. But whatever bright color the house is painted, its door and window trim is painted white. Story has it that the women of the island painted their homes while the men were at sea so that a sailor could recognize his home from afar by its color. Today, fishing nets still hang drying in yards, with small fishing boats tied up along the banks of the canals. And in the public park near the vaporetto stop, an old lady hung her wash to dry between two trees. It is an extremely photogenic island. So much so that Al used up his entire digital memory in Burano alone. So we had to put off for another day our visit to Murano.
He came across a demonstration at City Hall. Street vendors and many of their supporters were demonstrating, for or against what, Al didn't know.
Many of the women looked as if they had just arrived from Berkeley.
Do Berkeley ladies travel about the world joining every demonstration protesting "the establishment"?
We each picked up some wine and cheese for nibbling in the room. About dinner time, the skies opened and poured buckets. So we darted next door to Cantinome Storico, highly recommended by friends but, again, a so-so meal at chi-chi prices.
Burano Photo Album