They tolerate each other and contradict each other, sometimes being labelled as indifferent, gloomy, and heartbreaking, and sometimes accompanied by literature and art, rebirth, and a sense of profoundness. St. Mark, the author of the Gospel of Mark in the Bible, was worshipped as the protector of the city, and his emblem was the lion. When the sea and sky are in full bloom, go to the ******** shop that I have thought about in the morning.

It's just that it's a closed door because of the time problem. Looking at the delicate dolls and masks in the window, their eyes were in a trance under the illumination of the light. Speaking of masks, we have to mention the carnival that lasts for two weeks in late winter and early spring every year, and the biggest feature of the carnival is the gorgeous costumes.

It's mask art. This tradition dates back to 1,700 years ago, when the rich and the poor could be blended together through masks. Behind the mask, social hierarchy and age differences are temporarily eliminated. Under the mask of pompous and slightly sad, people greet each other respectfully and enjoy the pleasure of the moment with impunity.

During this period, it also passed through the bridge of sighs, which connects to the prison, and its shape belongs to the early Baroque style, the bridge is in the shape of a house, covered by a dome in the upper part, and is tightly closed, with only two small windows on the side of the Grand Canal. It is named after the sighs that death row inmates often let out when they pass by when they are escorted to the execution ground. It is said that lovers kissing under the bridge can last forever.

Byron once sang about the Bridge of Sighs in "The Travels of Childe Harold": "On one side is the palace, and on the other side is the prison, and the snow falls on the Bridge of Sighs." "I casually walked into the bar-style bistro opposite, and sat in the open air against the wall because the room was full, but it was just in time for the snow. Since the seafood tower set was sold out, the cuttlefish noodles were served with beer.

It's a bit of a weird combination, but it's also surprisingly refreshing and delicious, and Xueluo, who is doubly satisfied, decides to visit again tomorrow. In the night, it has become a good place for bands to PK each other, less bustling during the day, and more applause and applause one after another. It is said that the band here plays non-stop from morning to night.

The level of performance is also uneven, you can listen to them one by one, and you can also tell which one is better at a glance, as long as you see the most people around, you can go straight to the former, and Xueluo chooses the former. When architecture meets music, this sense of grace rising from both sight and sound makes the snow fall very pleasant. It is said that architecture is solidified music.

Music is a fluid building, and both walk on the path of pursuing fantasy and painting. At this time, the buildings on the square are a fusion of Baroque and Byzantine styles, and in the high and low performances, it is more dramatic, and the exaggerated concave and convex are perfectly integrated with the stirring emotions in the music, directly leading the audience's emotional ups and downs.

When you are lost, please dance the day Tips: 1. See the opening hours of Sundays related to the cathedral 2. Please do not shop on Sundays, most of the central market, drugstores and luxury stores are closed. 3. It is recommended to buy a transportation card 4. The store that is famous for the ******** in "Rushing to the Clouds" is Magiedi Carnevale.

When a person speaks as himself, he is less than himself. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth. - Wilde 10.3 Colored Island - Glass Island - Main Island The sunny place is where you should go, open the snowy wardrobe, and you can hardly find black and gray clothes, and in the long run, the colors inside will become richer and richer.

So much so that every time I feel down, as long as I run my fingertips over them to bring a colorful breeze, the corners of my mouth will automatically rise. I couldn't wait to see her, so I grabbed two freshly baked croissants in the front hall and went out, the morning was already late autumn, and the cool breeze mixed with the smell of sea water soaked into every inch of skin on my face.

Fresh but also cold. After walking through the bridge and alleys, you will arrive at the empty Fondamente Nove pier. It was still early in the morning, and the first water bus to Burano had not yet docked, when there seemed to be a sign of a storm on the other side, and the dark blue sky was pressed lower by dark gray clouds and pink-purple lightning.

The sea is completely unrecognizable in the past, and standing on the pier at this moment suddenly has a sense of Hollywood blockbuster. As the morning sun struggled to pierce the clouds and take its place in the vast cold sky, the 12th boat docked on the shore. The wind was stronger than before, and people took refuge in their cabins.

Soon, they first stopped at Murano Island, and after a group of people came up, they began a nearly 30-minute sea voyage. Because it was too cold, the snow fell into the cabin, drank hot water to keep warm, and put on headphones to cycle the song of the blushing Si Chunchao. The farther you get from the main island, the brighter the sky becomes, until a section of the Alps appears between the sea and the sky.

He walked out of the cabin again, and the whole field of vision was evenly divided into three pieces, and the orange-pink reflected in the peaks and clouds by the sun in the middle was glorious between the inky blue sea and the gray-blue clouds. During this time, a plane was rushing into the sky, and it was tempting to shout: "The weather is not as expected, but if you have to go, you have to fly." ”

As we approached the marina on the island of Burano, a couple was on a boat with a group of children to go to school. There is already the meaning of early winter here, with fallen leaves all over the ground and thin jackets wrapped in thin jackets. When they first saw the colorful houses, they were still shrouded in clouds, and they looked a little dim. At this time, the island was still asleep, and everything around it was still.

The only thing is the swift sight of the seagulls and their calls. While waiting for the sun, the snow fell from one end of the island to the other, convinced that it was indeed caused by God inadvertently knocking over the paint pan, and that the houses of the neighboring houses were all of different colors, and the decorations on the windowsills of each house were different, and some people once called these windowsills full of happiness.

On both sides of each canal, there are various boats parked in turn, which is said to be a fairy tale town, but it is more neat and elegant. Just like the works of the master of color photography, Pete Turner, the use of simple geometric lines and highly saturated color collisions can make the whole picture catch the eye at first sight and release people's vast fantasies.

I found a place to sit down on the steps at random, I really like such a small and unfamiliar environment, suitable for being in a daze, suitable for dreaming, suitable for whimsy, Haruki Murakami once said that profundity is not the same as being close to the truth, so what does it matter if it is occasionally simple and superficial. At this time, residents came out for activities one after another, whether they were exercising in the morning, or rushing, or walking their dogs, or shopping.

At this point in time, such an unfamiliar face passing by Xueluo will casually say good morning, expressing a little surprise and a little joy. The heavy clouds receded in their place and were replaced by a clear blue sky, and the faint rays of the sun sprinkled on the colored houses from time to time, raising their saturation and reflecting the surface of the water.

It's as if everything has its own shadow in an instant. Emerson once said that "Nikko is the best painter, and even the ugliest things will become charming under his colorful brushes", not to mention that this beautiful and moving fairy tale world is like a glass music box that twists its clockwork, and it begins to change continuously. When the last shutter is pressed.

It's completely clear, and the sun has a temperature that is just right to warm people. The island is starting to flood with more and more tourists, it's time to leave, and two hours of daydreaming is enough. One day you'll meet a rainbow-colored person, and when you meet this person, you will feel that everyone else is just a floating cloud - "Heartbeat" on the way to Murano.

I wanted to take a good look at the whole piece of water blue, but I couldn't open my eyes because of the light on the sea, and I smelled the scent of sage and sea salt on my clothes brought up by the sea breeze, and suddenly felt so satisfied and safe. When I arrived, the craftsmen in the glassworks were burning the prototype of something. When you come to the main waterway, you can't help but feel the magic of color.

It is similar to the house of the colored island, but it lacks the brightness and movement, and the opportunity to dream, and it is more life and realism. The snow did not linger long before returning to the main island. It was already early afternoon when I arrived, and it was busy in the squares, alleys, and waterways. A path straight to last night's restaurant.

Still sitting in the open-air position against the wall, I ordered beer with seafood tower as I wished, and the snow that usually does not stick to the wine fell, and there must be a glass of wine for the meal all day, and I began to become addicted, feeling that there is a proper sweetness, and it is not so astringent. After the meal, the main island is turned on to wander mode, saying that it is lounging but only going back and forth in the San Marco district.

I didn't go to the Architecture Biennale and the Cultural Chanel Exhibition, but I was disrupted by the promised help before the trip. I rushed to the entrance of the bell tower on time, but was turned away again, this time because of the flow restrictions. After talking to the staff for a while, it still didn't work. I had no choice but to sit down and take a break by the stone fence at the door, but I witnessed a very happy scene for myself.

Four or five children with age gaps dancing with bubbles in the sunset. The intermittent blowing bubbles reveal a colorful form with gold trim in the sunlight, like a fairy tale that is serialized from time to time. By the time you walk along the Grand Canal to the Accademia Bridge, the sun has receded over the dome of the Sanctuary of Our Lady of Well-being.

Snowfall loves the afterglow of sunset with kumquat and crimson, so much so that he picks his favorite corner and sees every sunset in the city he visits. Tips of the day: 1. It is recommended to take the first water bus (No. 12: 7:30) to the colored island, and then go to the glass island on the return trip. 2. It is recommended to take a water bus around the main canal when the sun sets.

(If you buy a transportation pass) 3. Googlemaps will fail on the main island. 4. Restaurant recommendation: The red triangle mark (at the corner opposite the ******** store) Store name: Xueluo and Dongqingmei are always in a hurry, and never look back. 10.4 The main island - Marco Polo Airport is sunny for 182 hours in the past.

The absence of this place to the last day of the trip is not temporally reducible to a long journey, and therefore without the sense of loss that is often said, but there is a magic in the spatial transformation that reminds the snow of the day it arrived in Rome, of the sunset in Piazzale Michelangelo.

Think back to the group of people you met in the Cinque Terre, and remember the music on the show...... Suddenly I feel that the trip is like a masquerade party, and in a limited time, Yukiluo and Fuyumi become different versions of themselves, he may be beautiful or evil. During this period, Snow Fall and Dong Qingmei can pretend to be younger, more romantic, and more cynical.

Xueluo and Dongqing meet each other, respect each other, and may fall in love at first sight, but they will never be criticized. At the end of this feast, Snow Fall and Dong Qingmei return to their original lives, and the scenery they have experienced in it and the people they have met will be imprinted in their hearts, and the snow will not still fall. I put on the thickest clothes in the box early and went out.

At this time, the sky is like a moment after sunset, the difference is that the quiet water alley at this moment is unexpectedly easy to recognize, and soon comes again, here is still showing the golden splendor of the night, the difference is that only a few pigeons break the silence in the square at this time. When I came to the pier, there was already a faint morning light at the end of the sea level.

While waiting for the sun to pierce the columns of the Duke's Palace, the cold wind was an indispensable companion, shivering from the snow, and pacing back and forth in the area of sight to raise the temperature of the body did not work. As the sky grew brighter, photographers with tripods appeared, and people hurried with suitcases in tow.

There are a number of groups who have the perfect time to shoot, and of course, there are also residents of the island who come out for a morning run. Sunlight shines through the columns of the Palazzo Duca, and the roofs of the buildings around the square look like cake tarts drizzled with kumquat jam, which is excessively soft and sweet. Light is really the best coloring in nature, and with light, everything in nature is like a mountain.

The sea, the sky, the man-made architecture and even the characters themselves are given different levels of emotion, as subjective as a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. While the bell tower was not open, Snow Fall returned to his lodgings to pack his belongings, have breakfast, and ward off the cold with a small glass of espresso. When I went back to the bottom of the bell tower.

A line of twenty or thirty people had already been formed, and the bell tower was simply reached by a direct elevator to the top, so that the speed at which the team dispersed would not make it a sight. No matter where you are, the view from above is always surprising and even ecstatic. This time it overlooks the city and the lagoon, with red and blue converging into the main color of the moment.

The gentle sea breeze and transparent sunlight became the main theme at this time. How many people of gold were born, left and passed through this glittering city of water, from here Marco Polo, a traveler, traveled along the overland Silk Road to the Dragon Kingdom, from Titian and Giorgione to Tintoretto.

The painting school became the last glory of the Italian Renaissance, and their painting style even had a profound influence on the Baroque art that followed, where the gifted musician Vivaldi composed the world-famous violin concerto "The Four Seasons", and literary giants such as Byron, Dickens and Hemingway described this unique city with affection.

Now, while lingering in her delicate and agile aura, I can't help but worry about how long it will be before the water city will disappear as the level of the Adriatic Sea continues to rise due to global warming and the continuous decline of the African plate.