Ah Venice! What an interesting place. Truly like no other city in the world. I hardly know where to begin.
We had an early breakfast this morning and left ship around 7.45-8. After getting our bags, Father Jerry hired a porter and all our suitcases were taken to the hotel by boat while we walked! At the hotel we checked in and checked our bags. Then we hooked up with Jeff and Stephanie, who have become good friends this week. Somehow, we figured out how to use the vaporetto to go down the Grand Canal to the Piazza San Marco.
Once there, our first visit was to the Doge's palace (the Doge was the Duke of Venice) for a long, but interesting, tour. The palace was immense. There were rows of columns and arches on the outer facade. Inside were columns from the previous palace. Most of the palace dates from the 16th century, the older palace replaced after a devastating fire. It served not only as home to the Doge (the Doge's quarters consisted of several immense and ornate rooms), but also the seat of government. Venice was governed as a republic, although and aristocratic one, through the middle ages and until Napoleon took over in 1797. All of the nobles belonged to the council and there was also a senate that consisted only of the higher titled. When the Doge died, his replacement was elected by the senate in conclave. The buildings also contained space for the Council of Forty, which later broke into three subcommittees to regulate foreign affairs, military issues, and domestic law. Their chambers also served, when needed, as court rooms. In 1317, after an attempted coup, the Council of Ten was formed, which functioned as a state security service/secret police with its own room for trying suspected traitors.
Outer facade of the Doge's Palace |
The tour continued to the armory, which housed an enormous collection of old weapons - swords, crossbows, maces, old firearms, and some weapons that were combinations of firearms and maces or firearms and crossbows... The tour ended by crossing the Bridge of Sighs and seeing what would be a prisoners last glimpse of Venice (Ah... Venice) before touring the prison cells where he would have been incarcerated.
The Bridge of Sighs |
Following lunch, we went back to the square which, by this time, was thronged with pigeons (that tourists are actually encouraged to feed!) and more people than I have ever seen at one place at one time. It was a chore getting around and staying together. Things were also complicated by the Venice marathon that was going on and therefore many areas along the Grand Canal and half the bridges were cordoned off for the runners.
Our next stop on the Piazza was Basilica San Marco (St. Mark's Basilica). St. Mark is the patron saint of Venice, having been chosen in the 9th century to replace St. Theodore (a Byzantine saint who slew a dragon). Legend has it that St. Mark was shipwrecked on one of the Venetian islands and an angel told him his body would find eternal rest here. However, he died in Byzantium and his body was kept there after his death. In the 800's, the Venetians stole the body from the church in the east and brought it to Venice, where it now rests in a tomb under the alter of the Basilica. St. Mark became the patron of Venice and the lion, used as a symbol of the evangelist, is displayed throughout the city and on the flags of the Republic under the Doges. In addition to venerating St. Mark's body, the basilica houses an impressive treasure room, most of which is Byzantine loot from the 4th crusade when crusaders sacked Byzantium (at the request of the Doge of Venice) rather than going to Jerusalem. There were some beautiful chalices and icons. In addition, there was a relics room which included a piece of the True Cross. It was not very well marked, but I think I spotted it.
Piazza San Marco with Basilica, People, and Pigeons |
After seeing the Basilica, we stopped for some truly amazing gelato and cappuccino at a little cafe near St. Mark's Square before taking the vaporetto back to our hotel.
About half of us from the Church group that stayed in Venice (some flew home as soon as the cruise was over) went to dinner together in the evening. Father Marty speaks fluent Italian and, with luck, we were able to find a place on the other side of the canal from our hotel that could seat all of us without a reservation called Trattoria Provoleda. The restaurant had colour coded menus for men and women - they were the same on the inside, except the women's menu had no prices! We were able to dine al fresca, it was a beautiful evening, and the food was fantastic. Lisa and I both had the house white wine (which was good), appetizers of prosciutto and melon, and pizza Margherita (pizza with cheese and tomato). The prosciutto was to die for and the pizza was truly the best I have ever had with a very thin, traditional, crust. The company, atmosphere, and conversation were wonderful and in truth it could not have been a more enjoyable evening.