From Boeing 777 to 007
Which gave us our James Bond moment, as we raced across the lagoon, looking over our shoulder for the chase boat in hot pursuit. (Okay, so I made that bit up.)
The taxi took us down the Grand Canal and under the Rialto Bridge.
And then we had to squeeze into a series of smaller, local canals to reach our apartment’s dock, nudging past gondolas full of tourists being propelled by singing gondoliers, and ducking our heads as we went under small bridges. I did wonder how many jetlagged new arrivals to Venice have suffered serious head injuries from connecting with bridges, as you really do need to duck if you’re standing taking photos.
It must have been washday.
After checking in and getting ourselves organised we walked over the Rialto Bridge as the sun was setting to find a restaurant for dinner.
We were pretty pleased that we had kept ourselves going right through arrival, dinner and the walk back to the apartment and went to bed at 9pm – exhausted, but enthralled with the magic of Venice.