Murano and Burano and Ghosts

Today was yet another day of walking.  We walked until we were a foot shorter and only on nubs for feet.  We took the ferry to Murano watched the glass being made by the masters and then over to Burano.  Burano seemed to be the big winner of the day.  Those beautiful lazy houses of every color in the rainbow was hard to leave.  We had a wonderful pairing of wine and dessert at the very same place that Don and I found 2 years earlier on our first trip here.  There was a hugh party of Italians celebrating something and were very fun.  We all wanted to stay but that was not to be....we have to hurry back to our apartment and drop off all our purchases and try to rest for only 1 thin hour and then off we go again to the top of Realto bridge for our ghost tour.  We walked the small alley's of Venice being told the history and the tales of long, long, long ago.  At this point we are so close to dead we don't see how we can make it one other step.  But we have our picture night as we have every night since have been in Italy and enjoy it all over again. 

The next morning Rachel and I are up with the sun again....but today we have fog.  How lovely!  We want to go back to the market for all that we need for another wonderful dinner.  But in our hearts we know that this is Sunday and there won't be a market.  But we go ahead and make the trek just in case.  And as we walk the sleepy streets we see that we were right.  There is very little signs of life on this Sunday morning.  But our walk in not in vain.  The views are spectacular.  And I love that there is almost nobody out.  We walk everywhere, enjoying everything.  Not much at all open, and it is very hard to find a place for our cafe fix.  But we walk until we find someplace open and sit and enjoy the coffee, and Venice.  As for the rest of our day, we have no plans today.  We were so very tired yesterday that the slow pace of a Sunday morning in Venice is rubbing off on us and we are finding that we are just as slow to get going.