Venice, anyone? (I've waited years to say that!) or should that be "Venison, anyone?"
No, I'll stick to Venice. We have more pics of that than of deer.
Dawn as we sail in toward the Grand Canal:
At the mouth of the Grand Canal, left to right: the Campanile, St. Mark's Square, the Doge's Palace and the Bridge of Sighs.
Typical canal and bridge:
On the nearby island of Murano, we visited a glass factory and watched a glass blower at work while his well-dressed colleague narrated.
It's all beautiful, but I am amazed at how little of it I need to acquire any more.
You'd think this was a photo of a church, and it is, but see that unassuming little yellow palace next door? It belongs to Elton John. And we're told it really is a palace.
You want to ride in a gondola, you walk the plank! It looked like walking the length of a teeter totter!
And no, we didn't. I was sitting on the steps taking a break when the gondolier pulled in to await passengers. It was a designated stop.
Looking forward from Skywalkers Lounge aft on deck 18:
The lifeboats were beginning their drill on the starboard side. Each one was let down, unhooked, and circled around until directed to return, hook up and be lifted back on board.
Another day, another port, the exercise was repeated with an obviously brand new pilot. He just could not get it. Kept overrunning his hooks, getting crosswise to the ship, unable to reverse ... until the boss finally boarded and took over. It was a comedy of errors, funny to us, but not to the principle characters!
I know exactly how it feels! Back a motor boat into the water, dock same; hitch a TT, hitch a tow vehicle. All same.
Tomorrow, Slovenia, would you believe!