“Venezia Santa Lucia”, the train station. My train from Rome comes to a halt and I eagerly get off not wanting to waste any of my precious time here. The weather gods had not been kind the past few days and I was prepared for a rainy dream. It had always been my dream to visit Venice; specially during Venice Carnival when people masquerade in elaborate costumes and Venetian masks.
It was raining when I got to my hotel, five minutes from Piazza San Marco, behind Teatro La Fenici. Having parked my belongings, I came to the piazza just as it drizzled slow and steady. As I walked, shielding my camera, the sky started to open up and smile. I would actually get to see the sunset this evening. The light was breathtaking and for a change, I forgot to click, telling myself that I will have a couple more days. Little did I know that this would be the best light I will see on this trip.
The next day, I walked around photographing architecture, people and the colorful window displays in the galleries and shops. Narrow streets connected by bridges over a network of canals, it was easy to lose oneself, literally. The museums and palazzos in Venice close early. In between visiting the beautiful churches, palazzos, I could not indulge myself with a Gondola ride. But indulge I did, in other ways, with scoops of delicious gelato and omnipresent pizza. I was in heaven!
I had bought a pass for the water taxi. This way, I could get around without too much hassle. This turned out to be a good decision. The sun and the rain gods were being mischievous, playing hide-and-seek, determined to make this trip more memorable.
When it rains, it pours and by god, it poured hard. People huddled under umbrellas as they tried to enjoy a soggy gondola ride. Even, some of the gondoliers brought out umbrellas as they went about earning their livelihood.
I was happy as adversity brings different, maybe better, opportunities. And, the rains brought me some different pictures…something different…
I did not shoot too many night photos in Venice. By the time, I got back to hotel, I felt too tired to lug my tripod around especially in the rains. No pain, no gain. Maybe, Venice will call me again. I will wait. It is just the beginning….my Venetian dream.