Cities, cities...3
After a trip in early spring, in March, to Vienna, there was an air tour with a visit to the opera, going to museums (about this Brueghel), it seemed that it was necessary to pause. Somehow to comprehend all this and emotionally otzhohnut. But we were in for a surprise. And now the beginning of summer and again dizzying Budapest, because the linden blossoms and there is an unusual aroma. The weather is just amazing. The Danubius Arena Hotel is wonderful. This time there were Szé chenyi baths, Spaniards in the art museum and walks around the city. But this time our goal is Venice. Through beautiful Austria, past its green mountains, we are going to Italy. We stop for a short time in Graz and quickly move on to the Adriatic. Late in the evening we check into a hotel in Mestre called Holliday ***. Very small shower, but the bed is awesome, minibar and persistent smell of repellant. Breakfast is relatively modest, but you won't die of hunger. And early in the morning we are already on the boat and approaching the lagoon. The feeling of the turquoise color of the water and the diversity of colors around is inexpressible. The weather is great and the review begins. After passing through a network of intricate streets, bridges and canals, we exit to San Marco. Beauty and unreality. There are no other words. We walk in free swimming and then a little disappointment. The Bridge of Sighs is pasted over with a bright blue Sisley advertisement. Well no luck. Further unimaginable wonders in the form of the islands of Murano and Burano. And again a walk in Venice. And the next day we are on our own. We walk from the bus station. We look into all the open churches and stumble upon an exhibition of rare musical instruments. We buy a Vivaldi disc and more. We get to Santa Maria de la Salute and sit on the corner for a long time and admire the lagoon. On the bridge of the Academy we return to San Marco and where further. Well, Florian, of course. We still have time to visit the Doge's Palace (it's a pity we can't take pictures), and then we sit down on a bench and wait for the sun to start setting. Now I know exactly when they will say the second Venice, etc. , I will not believe Venice is one and only, and there is no other like it. On the way back, a little more gift is the Alps. That's what beauty is. The city of Klagenfurt with Minimundus and again Vienna all in blooming roses. We don't go to any museums. We walk among this pink miracle. Then to the Golden Strauss. There in Yogan we drink coffee with awesome strudel. Perhaps the trip was successful.
