Storm over Mestre

When Sue and I married, her boss at Abbott and Holder, where she worked as a print

conservator, gave us a wonderful present: a token to get from the Venice airport at Marco

Polo into the city via the speedboat service, rather than having to struggle to get there by

autobus or the slow vaporetto service. It's a breathtaking ride, as Venice emerges sparkling

on the horizon and the water-taxi takes you directly to your hotel through the labyrinth of

canals. As a way of arriving at Venice, it's priceless. Leaving Venice was another matter, as we

couldn't afford the water-taxi back, I was going down with pneumonia, and the dark stormy

day reflected our mood at saying goodbye to the most fabulous place on earth.

So this picture was taken from the vaporetto (the ferry service) as it slowly chugged across

the lagoon back to Marco Polo, with the storm about to engulf the industrial district of Mestre

on the mainland.

When Sue and I married, her boss at Abbott and Holder, where she worked as a print

conservator, gave us a wonderful present: a token to get from the Venice airport at Marco Polo

into the city via the speedboat service, rather than having to struggle to get there by autobus or

the slow vaporetto service. It's a breathtaking ride, as Venice emerges sparkling on the horizon

and the water-taxi takes you directly to your hotel through the labyrinth of canals. As a way of

arriving at Venice, it's priceless. Leaving Venice was another matter, as we couldn't afford the

water-taxi back, I was going down with pneumonia, and the dark stormy day reflected our mood

at saying goodbye to the most fabulous place on earth.

So this picture was taken from the vaporetto (the ferry service) as it slowly chugged across the

lagoon back to Marco Polo, with the storm about to engulf the industrial district of Mestre on the

mainland.