Peregrinations, Venice Day 6: The Venetian Lagoon and Vicenza

Today, once again, self had many, many adventures — so many they are impossible to list.

She is still in Venice.

She decided to take a different vaporetto from the one she usually takes going home, and ended up riding all around the Venetian Lagoon. She saw this indescribably gorgeous church (whose name she had to look up in a guidebook after arriving home; unlike Margarita, self is not a Walking Encyclopedia!  The church is San Michele, and the island it’s on is Isola.  Isola, self just learned, is also referred to as “Cemetery Island” — self believes Ezra Pound is buried here.  In fact, the vaporetto stop says simply:  Cemeteria)

Unfortunately, self does not know the name of this church, which she saw from a vaporetto that was en route to Murano.

She met a friendly dog in a park (in Vicenza, only a short train ride from Venice).  Margarita has been taking photograph after photograph of The Dogs of Venice.  There are so many.  Well, now self can tell Margarita that Venice isn’t the only Italian city with splendiferous dogs!  Because today, in Vicenza, self saw many many characters of the canine variety, of which the below was possibly the cutest (It was peeing in front of the monument to Antonio de Pigafetta, chronicler of “the first voyage around the world.”  If self hadn’t decided to take a shortcut to the train station through a park, she would never have encountered it/them:  either the Pigafetta monument, or the dog)

A New Friend (A Resident of Vicenza)

A New Friend (A Resident of Vicenza)

Self walked all around the city of Vicenza today.  She entered the cathedral but was a little disappointed.  It was only yesterday, after all, that she had been stunned by the Tintorettos in the Scuola Grande di San Rocco (San Rocco, or Saint Roch, self is proud to tell dear blog readers, is the Patron Saint of Contagious Diseases), and it was a bit disconcerting to discover that the large bouquets of flowers in front of the main altar of the cathedral in Vicenza were plastic.

But in one of the side altars nearest the entrance, there was a very interesting display:

An interesting exhibit in the Vicenza cathedral.

An interesting exhibit in the Vicenza cathedral.

For a while self almost convinced herself that she was gazing at the Shroud of Turin.  But she remembered (after a minute or so) that she was in Vicenza, not Turin.  So this display had to be of another shroud, one whose existence she had not heretofore been aware of!  And since the only signs underneath the display were in Italian, self could not decipher their meaning.  But here is the first half of the sign in Italian:

Ecco L’Uomo dei Dolori!  La Sindone e Testimone della Passione del Redentore.  Volgi Lo Squardo Fidente A Colui che hanno trafitto.

Margarita does not speak Italian, but she is fluent in Spanish, and while self knows very well that Spanish and Italian are not the same language, Margarita can figure out much of the import of Italian signs.  Only, today, Margarita went to explore the Jewish Quarter of Venice, and self went to Vicenza.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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