A corner of Venice all to myself. I wandered the city mapless intent on only one thing: to retreat away into some quiet neighborhood away from all the crowds. I wanted to actually hear the sound of the water lapping against the boats in the canals. I wanted to listen to Venice breathing.
Mission accomplished. I discovered this quiet section of the island far away from Piazza San Marco. Brightly colored banners of laundry signal the border crossing to unspoiled territory. A refreshingly authentic and breathable corner of the island.