Venice Day 2

After a crappy nights sleep (not enough pillows and a sniffy cold) and some great breakfast, we ferried over to the glass-blowing island of Murano. It was a bit bumpy and wavy suffering 45 minutes of stomach churning travel. It was a good opportunity to take in the scale of the islands that make up Venice. Muvavoo, sorry Muvano had glass shop after glass shop along the route to the museum, some tacky, others tacky but expensive. We were looking for anywhere with actual glass-blowing but being a Sunday none of them were working.

After some impressive glass art sculptures we find the museum. It was cheap to get in and wasn't really expecting much. The simple glass pieces at the start were a quite unimpressive until you realised they were 1st century. But it was the ceiling fresco, chandeliers and mosiac paintings which took our breath away, all uncredited. The centre-pieces for grand ballroom dinners were quite interesting as well.

Back on the main island we swapped boats for the Grand Canal ferry to look for the Fujiyama Tea House and get some Japanese take on Italian. Sadly the Italian working week got the place ignoring the tourist demand and guidebook. More wandering around we ended in a mediocre cafe for some luke-warm cappuccino. Somehow the gang of sparrows had entered the place.

Next was the Peggy Guggenheim art museum which Kerry was hoping to see some Henry Moore. None was found and my sniffy cold was demanding some hotel rest. A short kip later we prepared for another evening of searching for a decent restaurant. We started in the B-bar, a posh piano place under the Bauer hotel. Lots of respectable English pomping it up plus some very more-ish complimentary nibbles. Instead of taking the €10 cheese on toast option we went on another mini-goose chase for some decent food. A very salty carbonara later we head back to the hotel to end the day and realise how loud the St Mark's Square bell chime off is at midnight.