In addition to the 4 tables laden with delicious cereals, pastries, meats, cheeses and fruits, John ordered this for breakfast. Eggs with veg–a big azz mushroom and other things.
Our Hotel Miramare from the outside. We were on the middle floor on the left. Ocean is just across the street. Amazingly, we paid under $100.00 for any room on our stay.
I refused to try this restaurant, but it had customers every night. Called “Old Wild West”
We got really good at getting our train tickets from a machine–as long as we used cash. It didn’t like our credit card for some reason. Luckily, none of our train tickets were more than $20 each.
Said goodbye to our Benz–the city bus.
Waiting at the train station, guess which John had and which I bought.
Also at the train station, a woman in her tights and real fur coat.
Another possibility for Whitney
Trainride back to Venice Mestre-alps
These trees are planted for paper making–they called them poplar, but they seem like our birch
With the sea beside her, she only looked at her phone
A very handy hand dryer
In Mestre. We didn’t eat there. Just fundamentally wrong
Our room for the last night