After the Full Metal Jacket Craziness of Venice and the crowds yesterday, I wanted to spend this last day anywhere but in the middle of that chaos.  So we hopped on a vaporetto for the 40 minute trip over to Burano, a nearby island that is very well known for it’s beautiful brightly painted fisherman’s houses and it’s incredibly talented lace makers.  It was quite a lovely sunny day, if a little cool at first on the boat but the views as we motored away from Venice were lovely.

The main activity for today was doing a tour of Doge Palace or Palazzo Ducale if you wanna get all fancy pants.  The palace was built in 1424 and is the magestic centrepiece of St. Mark’s Square.

(well yes I am writing this 18 months after the trip and I would appreciate it if you glorious bitches wouldn’t “slack travel blogger” shame me ok.  Bite down on the judgement and enjoy the read lol)

SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST after the huge shenanigans of yesterday celebrating the best 20 years of husband’s life, it was a tough sell to get up, pack up and catch a train onto the next stop of the trip.   What I wanted to say was:-

TIRED.

TODAY IS CANCELLED.

GO BACK TO BED.

(Or drink prosecco.  Whatever)

But of course I didn’t say anything of the sort.  I hauled my tired awesome self out of bed and got on with things.  Get on train, watch husband ass-hatting like a king about getting the luggage on *again* – yadda yadda – except this train ride featured some unpleasant folk who clearly DID NOT understand the “please use your inside voices” announcements because we actually had booked seats in the “quiet carriage”.