The morning looked so promising out our windows:

We were just leaving the building when Larry ran up to us. He and Amy were just about to board the boat for the airport, so we had time for a nice goodbye hug.

Our happy campersLinda and Steve, were ready to hit the trail with us. First stop, a snapshot of Steve with Manin and the winged lion; interesting that the chains are down so there is close up access:

I wanted to see about Pilates so we chose Campo San Luca for coffee. From there, the Scala Contarini del Bovolo and then on to Campo Santo Stefano where we went into the church.

The crowds are nonexistent. This is taken from the bottom of the Accademia bridge looking back towars San Vidal:

We had a nice long stop at the top of the Accademia bridge for me to play tour guide and point out various buildings and landmarks. Off the bridge we went left towards the wood sculptor, Loris Marazzi’s gallery. I saw this charming face down a little aleey on the way:

Moving on past “Peggy’s place,” aka the Guggenheim musem, we stopped at the Ravagnan Gallery where we were all fascinated with the sculpture series called “Travelers” by Bruno Catalano and the glass butterfly works on the walls. We stopped into the 5 star Sina Hotel to see one more of the travelers on their canal side deck. Then onto Santa Maria Salute. The scale of this beautiful round structure always amazes me, up close.

From there we walked around the Punta della Dogana and to the Zattere. It was starting to rain, so we ducked into a Biennale event called Living Rocks. Linda aptly said she wished we could fast forward the video presentation.

We continured along the canal to the Zattere stop where we got on a vap for Fondamente Nove. Tramazzini and a spritz at Algiubagio made for a nice lunch, except we were on the late side and there were not as many choices as usual. They do make a great Campari spritz there!

L&S went to walk to the cemetery and I went to the Coop. We all had a nice nap time util we went out for a passegiata, along the fondamenta and up to Strada Nuova and back, before dinner.

Ken said it was his least favorite dinner of our trip, so far. At least we had the hot, wonderful pumpkin soup Elisa had left us, and a decent salad and a decent Valpollicella. And great company.