It was December 2009. On a Saturday morning we decided (some guys met on aNobii, a social community about books, and I) to have a walk around Venice and, why not, get into a vaporetto and have lunch at Mazzorbo, an island of the lagoon.
I had fun, as usual, but it was kind of an adventure… the restaurant was cold and the snow would melt at the sun and instantly freeze. I risked breaking a leg every other step.
Though cold and windy, the view and experience itself was spectacular: even when it snows in Venice, it’s never so cold that it stays for long. My granpa told me about a frozen lagoon back in 1930s or the highest water ever registered in 1966, but they were just isolated phenomena. Usually the winter weather consists in fog, cold, rain and wind. 6 Months a year. I’m staying just because I love Venice too much not to live close to her. Take a look.
A snow-covered boat and some ice floating
A well-deserved hot chocolate at Locanda Cipriani