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How to walk along canals in Venice without feeling like a tourist

The islands of Burano and Murano, famous for lace and glass, are the best bet for a quiet lunch and cappuccino

7 February 2015

9:00 AM

7 February 2015

9:00 AM

I arrived in Venice believing it would reek of sewage. It didn’t. The walk into the centre went through cobbled alleys packed with loud Americans in sandals and Italian ladies tottering in kitten heels. But it was when crossing the Rialto bridge that I first felt as though I was truly in Venice, with tacky gold gondola models for sale at extortionate prices, and tourists jostling for prime photo spots. How else are you supposed to know you’re on holiday?

The canals are wonderfully chaotic; smaller boats have to dart out of the way of the Vaporettos as perilously overcrowded gondolas bob in their wakes. Gondoliers nap in the afternoon shade, pretending not to see the half a dozen tourists who turn up hoping to squeeze in to one boat and make their guide earn his money.


The waterbus service is far more glamorous than a 257 from Walthamstow Central but is just as crowded and sweaty, especially in the summer sun. It’s easy to let the fight for a seat distract you from the turquoise water just outside the window. As one historical monument drifts out of view another quickly takes its place: it seems as if every stretch of land is home to a crumbling cathedral.

I couldn’t help but ponder the impracticality of Venice. Nipping to the shops involves clambering into a wooden boat and the buildings look tired and worn from the water constantly lapping against them. Our gondolier sweetly told us in his thick Italian accent that the damage was caused by ‘salt-water corruption’.

The outer islands of Venice have a much calmer feel. Yes, Saint Mark’s Square is impressive but the tour groups are difficult to dodge while holding a rapidly melting gelato. The islands of Burano and Murano, famous for lace and glass respectively, are the better bet for a quiet lunch and cappuccino. Family-run shops, often with dogs dozing in the doorway, sell locally made wares far superior to the usual tourist tat. The brightly coloured houses of Burano have a cartoony feel, in stark contrast to the terracotta shades found on the main island. On Murano, men slog away in the glassworks, their faces red with heat. It is fascinating to see a delicate glass horse born from a molten lump on the end of a stick.

Even after a few days — without so much as a visit to an art gallery — it wasn’t difficult to understand why so many young couples still choose to marry in Venice. The Floating City becomes even more romantic, almost magical, once the sun sets and the canals turn into black ribbons. Given the choice between shiny skyscrapers and the rustic charm of Venice, I know which I’d pick every time.


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