Travelogue: Burano, Italy
Burano is a small fishing town a ferry ride away from Venice. It was almost sunset by the time we got there, but we still had enough time to survey the town, take a few photos at the main piazza and peer into the windows of the houses of unsuspecting locals. We saw a little coffee shop teeming with elderly Italian men (see left side of above pic, the cafe with chairs outside. We went to the cafe next to it where you see a crowd of people). I was so excited to finally be in a place where there are more locals than tourists around. The name of the red wine we drank escapes me now but I still remember how sweet and pleasant it tasted. My rudimentary Italian was enough to find out how much our afternoon drink cost and to speak very briefly to the bar owner. It was also enough for me to understand why this group of old women outside the shop were giggling as they looked at us. It was the first time they saw an Asian couple (can you believe it?) and thought how good-looking Mark* was. Three hours later, the next ferry going back to Venice arrived. It felt like a dream being there. And everytime I reminisce back to that day we visited Burano, I am reminded of the two little boys playing hand ball at the piazza, the giggling women and the row of colourful fisherman's houses that lined the island.
Mark* at the main piazza, it was empty save for a couple of boys playing handball (outside frame).
