The thought of taking a Ryanair Flight always creates mixed
feelings. They have a reputation after all. Marilyn researched our trip, found
the flight, bought our tickets online and printed off our boarding passes all
whilst sitting at home at our home desktop.
So we flew in across the Alps, rugged, wrinkled and snow
covered towards Trevisso Airport, Venice’s second airport these days. Trevisso
is a Ryanair created second airport for Venice, about twenty-five miles from
the wondrous city. A reasonably quick, forty-minute bus trip took us to the bus
station on Venice Island itself. We travelled through the brutalist world of
industry, edge of town superstores, railway lines and concrete motorways. The
bus suddenly left behind the concrete reality of the mainland and took
us out into a watery world across a long causeway with fishing nets staked out
in the shallow waters and in the distance a glimpse of the swollen domes of
Renaissance churches.
The Rialto Bridge across The Grand Canal.
We arrived at the bus station and as soon as we stepped out,
there in front of us was the beginning of the Grand Canal.There were motor launches
and our first sight of a blue and white striped jumper clad gondolier standing
squarely in the stern of his burnished black lacquered gondola. I was expecting
him to burst into a resounding operatic chorus of “One cornetto. Give eet to
me…” but he didn’t. The whole of the three days we were in Venice I didn’t once
hear a gondolier exercise his operatic lungs. Maybe singing gondoliers are just
a myth.
Gondolas, cafes and restaurants on The Grand Canal.
With only hand luggage, walking through the alleyways and
along the canal side pathways of Venice was not a problem. The map that came
with our Rough Guide guidebook about Venice was a problem though. The names of
the canals, bridges and alleyways on the map didn’t correspond with the actual
names of these places. I nearly threw the map away. We found the best
thing was to follow the compass on my i-phone. We could say with some confidence that we wanted to
head, north or east or west and so we kept turning down alleyways, hitting dead
ends often, retracing our footsteps taking another turn and eventually, mostly,
mainly, we got to where we wanted to go. Sometimes it was pure luck we got to
our intended destination, I must admit,but we saw sights and had unexpected adventures along
the way. We would never have come across the gondola boatyard intentionally, with gondolas
being built, repaired and fitted out on a ramp set amongst a huddle of
dilapidated orange brick buildings with twisted roofs of undulating tiles and
creosoted wood panelled walls.
A gondola boatyard.
Our hotel was in the Dorsoduro district of Venice on the
south bank of the grand Canal. We were a mere 100 metres from the Pont del
Academia and about three hundred metres from the Peggy Guggenheim Collection.
Peggy Guggenheim collected European and
American art and this collection is one of the most important of this genre in
Italy. It is situated in the Palazzo Venier dei Leoni on the Grand Canal, the
home Peggy Guggenheim lived in. It fronts the Grand Canal but at the back there is
a small intimate canal with local housing and small shops along it.
The Grand Canal from Pont del Academia with the Peggy Guggenheim museum on the right.
Venice lives up to its photograph. It is absolutely
beautiful. There is a Venetian style. The windows
of so many flaking crumbling buildings have a mixture of Moorish and Christian
Gothic features. Venice is most decidedly Christian with so many beautiful Roman Catholic churches with gilded and elaborate interiors. You
could drown body and soul in all that Catholic symbolism. Your every sense is
assaulted with pure medieval beauty. But taking into account how Venice
developed and became such a trading powerhouse you can easily understand how it absorbed influences from the
places it’s far reaching and powerful tentacles stretched. In the architecture
and most obviously in its window designs you can see it.
A Venice alleway.
Now, about all this
apparent material wealth tied up in so many Catholic churches the world over,
not just in Venice. It used to be a siren call. “ The Catholic Church has all
this wealth. Why can’t it sell all this stuff and use the money to save
Ethiopian drought victims or feed the poor of the world?"
Who would want to buy a gold jewelled encrusted chalice or
one of the fine Tintorettos sprinkled around the many churches of Venice and how would a ceiling by Veronese be got rid of? Works like this you find in many of the fine churches in
Venice. How do you turn this stuff into money? They are not
there for art experts to contemplate as art or for us to treat them like museum
pieces or the churches as museums and galleries or as a source of wealth.
They are a form of prayer and worship. The best artists, the finest craftsmen, the best materials, designers and architects produced this work to the best of their ability to
praise god. Their work was their prayer. The Catholic Church did not and does
not benefit from these things in a financial way. They do not make the church
rich. These things are prayers and have spiritual meanings. But of course you
might have a different viewpoint to me!!!!!!
One of the many many churches in Venice.
We strolled around Venice looking at all the fashion shops.
All the great fashion houses have their shops here, Gucci, Christian Dior,
Channel, Givenchy, Gaultier, Versace, Armani and many others too.
These shops are like art galleries and the fashion on show in them are like
works of art. They are spectacular to walk past, window shop in or timidly and
warily walk into. However the prices Wow!!!! A handbag for over 1000 euros? You
must be joking! Shoes at nearly 2000 euros a pair!! Phew!!!!!! And those are
the less expensive side of haute couture.
Then there were the shops that sell artisan created goods
often made in small workshops on the shop premises such as papier-mâché art, paper makers and craftsmen making hand made books, hand sewen with tooled leather covers. There were many galleries selling exquisite Venetian glass, chandeliers, mirrors, vases and bowls
exhibiting translucent colours. So many shops are stocked with masks
ready for the ten day carnival they have in Venice every Easter. Many of the
masks are made in the shops and elaborate 18th century costumes are
on display for hire too. The idea of wearing a mask for ten days over
Easter has it’s social and moral side. A mask wearer takes on a
new identity. A persons everyday identity disappears. Somebody can create a new
persona, do things they would not do. Masks create danger
and intrigue. But then of course there was shop after shop selling tourist tat,
expensive rubbish. There are so many restaurants, coffee bars and wine bars
throughout Venice, all with welcoming and friendly bar staff. Every Venetian I
met had a sense of humour and great big smile.
A small gallery in a back alleyway.
We found the building where the Venice Art biennial is held
every two years. It was once a palace facing the waterway between Venice and
the Lido. It has an expansive water view. Venice also holds film and
architecture biennials and it is these that I think are Venice’s important
contributions to the world today. Venice of course, is now a place for tourists .
The history of Venice is incredible. The Venetians gave the world many
things, which have developed into important aspects of our society and forms of
government. The Republic of Venice lasted for over a thousand years from about
740 until 1797, when Napoleon defeated the Venetians and France took control.
Venice is a prime example of the all-powerful city-state. It was not a country.
It was an independent city that controlled trade all over the Mediterranean and Europe. It was almost
continually at war with the Ottomans. The Venetian Empire grew and shrank with
success and defeat. As a republic it had no king or royal family. The Doge, the
ruler of Venice, was an elected official from amongst the most powerful
families of Venice. He was usually chosen
because of his astute abilities at trade and negotiating skills. In this way the government of Venice was a meritocracy. The election for a Doge was
similar to that of a pope and like a pope he stayed in that position for life.
Marilyn and I visited the Doges Palace next to St Marks Basilica, beside St Marks Square. It was a fascinating place not least
because of its architecture. John Ruskin in the 19th century
described the Doges Palace as the most perfect building architecturally in the
entire world. He described it as being a perfect combination of Moorish and
medieval gothic designs. The palace is designed for a purpose and this purpose
was the purpose of government. There are rooms for the great council, for law
making, law courts, even a small room that held officials to make sure the law
was being followed correctly. There was a department for spying on foreign
governments. There was a council for foreign affairs and a council for
governing industry within Venice itself. There was a separate room where trade
and everyday life in Venice was controlled. There was a room where
sailors were recruited for the all-important Venetian Navy. It is easy to see
how this form of government structure has developed, with all it’s departments
and concerns, into the sort of governments we have.
The Doges Palace.
Next door to the Doges Palace is Venice’s prison. It was
here Casanova was imprisoned for a while. The entrance to the prison is across
the enclosed Bridge of Sighs. The prisoner would have been taken from the
courtroom in the palace straight to their prison cell. Marilyn and I followed
the rout a prisoner would take and saw the last glimpse a prisoner would get of
Venice from the small windows in the Bridge of Sighs. The cells consist of rough
stonewalls. Any light getting in to them is from apertures high up in the walls
so the prisoners could not see out to the outside world. Each cell was
virtually a stone cave.
The Bridge of Sighs leading to the prison on the right.
Once you were inside one of those you were dead to the world. Imagine being incarcerated in a Venetian cell. The only
place you were alive was inside your own head. There you would be, inside a
stone cell, doing absolutely nothing, day in, night out. You would be fed once a
day and then nothing. Imagine it, nothingness. Your whole humanity confined to
an empty space. You or I would probably go mad.
St Marks basilica in St Marks Square.
St Marks Basilica was awe-inspiring. It was a symbol of the
Venetian superiority in the Mediterranean and it’s power over the Ottomans. St
Marks body was stolen from the Egyptians in a Venetian raid. The basilica was
built as a great celebration to house St Marks body but also to celebrate
Venetian strength and power over the Ottomans. Much of it was constructed from marble columns and slabs, statues and precious metals pillaged during raiding parties against cities,nations and people the Venetians conquered. Marilyn and I both wondered where
St Marks body was situated within the basilica. A church guide told us it was inside the silver covered high altar. All Catholic altars have to have a piece of a
Saints reliquary within it to make it an altar. This expalnation does sound plausible.
Marilyn and I walked around the high altar, which is fronted by a solid silver
embossed relief of the life of St Mark. We saw medieval pilgrims badges hanging
from a wall and at the back of the altar was a solid gold frieze ,
jewelled and encapsulating pictures of saints.
The Lion of St Mark on the left, the great camponile that rang out it's bells on the hour, and The Doges Palace on the right.
Venice is an incredible place. You cannot resist taking
photographs. Every inch of the place is photogenic. Windows, walls, rooftops,
flower baskets, narrow, dark, damp canals all cry out to be photographed. I
couldn’t stop taking pictures. There are fantastic churches everywhere. Art
galleries are in abundance. The Academia, Venice’s main gallery, full of
Renaissance art was open but undergoing refurbishment, so limited numbers were
allowed in. There was a Picasso exhibition and a Salvadore Dali exhibition
going on in different places. Venice is full of tourists from every nation.
Venice attracts us all to marvel and wonder.