Venice can can get overwhelming: the sun, the crowds, the art, the beauty…how much of stuff like this scene above can you take? Sometimes you just have to flee the city.
Fortunately, The Lagoon beckons. Within it, are several islands: Murano for the glass manufacturers; the cemetery; Burano, a small island community of brightly painted houses; and Torcello, about a thirty-minute boat ride a way. It’s a rather forlorn, marshy place, and practically no one lives there any longer, but it was the place where the people of the Veneto first sought refuge from the Hun invaders. It grew into a city, but poor resource management led to the silting of their lagoon, bringing mosquitos and malaria, and bad fishing. They up and left for what became the city of Venice. The citizens of the new city, practical to the core, looted Torcello for its stone, we would say recycled, so only a few buildings remain.
Not quite the Grand Canal of Venice, but at the end of the walk, there is a nice surprise.
I am not talking about Cipriani’s, the tony restaurant outpost of the ‘famous’ Harry’s Bar that is right down the path from Santa Maria Assunta, but the mosaics inside that church, seen in the left of the photo below. The structure on the right is the Fosca Basilica, and it is quite plain inside.
The counter-façade of Santa Maria, i.e. the wall inside of the main facade, is covered with a Byzantine-style mosaic of The Last Judgment that is incredible. (The photos are not mine.) The one below shows the final trumpet raising some of the dead, including a few that met their ends in the jaws of large fish.
The dead do not have it easy in these scenes of judgment.
Better make sure that you are on the right side of the scale used to weigh souls!