Another day, another acqua alta. We left the apartment before the tide peaked and, as it was again a stunningly beautiful day, we decided that we would indeed go to Burano. Burano, for those who do not know, is a small island about 40 minutes by vaporetto across the lagoon. It is known for both its amazing lace work and for its very colorful houses. We love to go over there, walk around on the back streets and have lunch, preferably at Trattoria Al Gatto Nero.
The vaporetto stop to Burano is just about 5 or 6 minutes from our apartment and when we got there, there was a huge crowd of people. Many got off at Murano, another island, but an entire Grand Circle Tour got on there. By the time we got to Burano, acqua alta had arrived so we ducked around a back way and quite honestly, never saw that tour again. While on Burano we also found the vegetable market and got some gorgeous fresh vegetables for dinner. Today’s pictures will be from our day in Burano.
On the way to Burano, in the background is Venice.
Still on the way
Views of Burano
Autumn on Burano
The colors of Burano are all on this one paint ladder
Taking a wrong turn on Burano is just as interesting as in Venice
And finally, of course, we have our food porn. We did eat at Gatto Nero and it was every bit as good as we remembered. We started off sharing a plate and two different kinds of scallops complete with coral and razor clams. We were much more concerned at this point with eating than photography. Halfway through the rest of our meal, Alan took pictures. Here is what was left of my seppie alla Veneziana after I ate the entire first cuttlefish
and here is Alan’s frutti di mare with spaghetti. It had more seafood in it than he could almost eat, but he succeeded and also finished my dish.
We had also ordered a salad but, very luckily, the waiter forgot to write it down. After coffee we walked back to the vaporetto stop and came home. We were going to cook last night but very wisely finished off the chicken soup instead!


Day 32–More acqua alta and Burano — 4 Comments

  1. I think your picture of the paints on the ladder is truly evocative of the colors of Burano, a place we are quite fond of ourselves.