A big day again, starting with a revisit to the giardini or gardens to the linguistically challenged. Where the different countries have their pavilions. The French pavilion was the most memorable because it was a space set up for music. The space was accoustically designed and had five musicians improvising, led by and African 'xylophone' player. It was wonderful and really showed what a universal language music is I. It made you feel that harmony was achievable in music and life.
In the afternoon the lunch on the island of torcello was a farewell and a real salute to Italian respect for good seafood done simply but very well. Torcello is an island out in the Laguna. It was a first settlement area which was now bypassed It has a strange left behind feeling but it also has a very ancient byzantine church (see photos).
A water taxi back into Venice and then farewell to Nick, the group leader, and to the 21 group members. I must admit I shed no tears as I don't love groups and their pecking orders but the fluid way we moved around Venice was the payoff. That worked really well and Nick knew his stuff
We head off to bologna, where we catch the plane home. Our last experience of hot weather (34) before we hit reality in more ways than one
So arriva deci Venice and hello Bolshoi Bologna, where they are planning a transport strike. Remember those?