Day 7 of 366: Venetian Blues

One of the most magical mornings in Venice – blue hour on a foggy morning. I was waiting for these conditions for years. Several visits, and finally I experienced the famous Venetian fog. I couldn’t be happier.

Venetian Blues

The fog stayed on the sea front for most of the day, so it was hard to tear myself away from it. After about five hours in freezing cold Martin had to come and rescue me. He found me shaking with cold, possibly not far from hypothermia, but very happy. Nothing that a good hearty breakfast and a hot cup of tea couldn’t fix.

When the Fog Rolls in

Quiet Lagoon