The days are short and the cold is hard. Winter is coming to Indiana. And for now, I’m fine with that, for the upcoming holidays always seem more festive and child like when the promise of snow lingers in the air.
But when the Thanksgiving turkey is a delicious memory and the torn Christmas wrapping paper is sitting on the curb with the other trash, the charms of winter will begin to fade and with it my enthusiasm for snow, cold and ice.
When that time finally does come, however, I’ll be prepared for I have my built-in memories stored in my collective conscious and that of my travel buddies of a blessedly sunny and warm day strolling the glowing streets of Murano, Italy. Plus, if I close my eyes just so and raise my face up toward my dining room ceiling fan with the lights a blazing, I can almost pretend I’m basking in that magical Italian light.
Murano is a miniature Venetian feast for the eyes. Go there. See it. Linger. You’ll never be the same.
A view from the vaporetto to Murano. We got off at the stop for the Museo Vetrario (the glass museum) on the Fondamenta Giustinian, but it was tempting to stay on aboard for a longer ride.
Lingering on the Fondamenta Giustinian, enjoying the boat parking on the San Donato canal. Bellisimo! Or however the heck you spell that….
Murano’s Basilica dei Santi Maria e Donato along side the San Donato canal. Could the sky possibly be any bluer?
It was home to my Venus di Milo impression. It took a crowbar to pry me out of my niche.
Shopping for mosaic tile – so many beautiful colors! I picked out several blue and green glass tiles that reminded me of the Venetian laguna. My buddy Candy is going to make me a piece of jewelry with them. How wonderful is that!
We stumbled upon this lovely hidden courtyard and, naturally, there was laundry on the line. When I came home, I hugged my clothesline. Now, I appreciate it even more. Can you believe some American neighborhoods actually BAN clotheslines in their covenants?
This is Murano’s version of the little red wagon.
Peering inside the door of a working glass factory. That chandelier puts my dining room ceiling fan to shame.
View of a side canal. See that large red awning in the middle distance? That’s where I enjoyed a wonderful lunch with great friends and an amazing view.
My lunch time view – I could get use to this!
Great bridge, don’t you think?
Candy and I have a moment
Chasing that Italian light
Mosaic Mary – isn’t she gorgeous? She lights up the place too.
See that ochre yellow building in the center with the single room at the top left center? I could live there and paint and be happy for years, I do believe.
The lighthouse at the tip of Murano. I would have loved to have climbed this for the view but, sadly, it was closed. Maybe next time.
I fell in love with these contrasting colors, the soft buff of the building against the bright red of the boat. So lovely.
So many memorable views. I hope to capture some of these on canvas during the cold winter months in Indiana, but they’ll never come close to what I see in my mind’s eye. But won’t it be fun to try!
These pictures don’t even come close to really capturing it. To really get a sense of what this light “feels” like, you have to smell the salty ocean air and feel the warmth of the sun radiating on your back. Then, you’ll know that Italian light. But savor it. It’s far to fleeting….