A two ferry day to get to the mainland. The number of bikes allowed on the second one is at the Captain’s discretion. That’s after it decides to arrive – who knew the one we waited for only runs on a Thursday?Noticing locals were queuing like Italians (ie not) we sharpened our elbows. All was well.
Chioggia is an absolute delight: a complete contrast to Venice less than 20km away. A small working town of 50000 folks with a fishing fleet, locals milling around, washing hanging out. Even a cruise ship (or floating noravirus container some say) didn’t seem too out of place. I lie. But as they tend to feed people on board the local feel wasn’t diluted.
It may not be UNESCO but has a fair share of 13,14 15 C Churches. One told of great things happening in 1760. Which begged the question what were we doing, Apart from starting the madness of King George. At war of course, in the middle of the Seven Years’ War. This was a far-reaching conflict between European powers that lasted from 1756 to 1763. France, Austria, Saxony, Sweden, and Russia were aligned on one side, and they fought Prussia, Hanover, and Great Britain on the other.
And passing the Somerset Road Act. That dates the pot holes.
Back to Chioggia and excellent cheap coffee. Perhaps one of the best places we’ve been through. Gelato too.
Travelling reflections 