My first morning in Venice, something entirely foreign happened to me – I woke up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at about 5:00 am. Not generally being accustomed to the feeling of alertness anytime before noon, I excitedly pulled on some clothes, grabbed my camera, and headed out for an early morning walk.
It was a magical time of day to see the city. Humans were few and far between, and those that I did see were obviously resident Venetians.
I saw papas in track suits taking their dogs out for a morning walk, and the first commuters of the day arriving by vaporetto from the outlying islands. In this photo, just behind the light pole, you can see the local paper delivery happening. A long, low powerboat stacked with bundles of fresh newspapers puttered up to the seawall just in front of me. A young guy hopped out, ran a stack of La Reppublica copies up to the nearest shopfront, and dropped them with a small thud. Soon he disappeared back over the seawall and putt-putted on to the next delivery point.
“Waking up in Venice this morning,” I wrote on my Facebook page, “felt like Christmas on the moon.”
I absolutely love it when jetlag has me up an ungodly hours in the morning. There’s no better time of day to get the pulse of a place and get a peek into daily life.
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