We hung out in Burano on Sunday afternoon, a tiny fishing village of an island near Venice. The buildings of Burano are painted in bright colours, either to help the fishermen find their way home in the fog, or after drinking, depending on the tourist guide you read.
I was sure I had taken many a candy colored building shot, but the photos I came home with suggest otherwise. You get the general idea though.
We faced the usual agonising decision of where to eat lunch when we encountered the main (pedestrian) street full of restaurants. They all looked the same, all were a little pricey, nothing really looked like where I felt like eating. I regretted our choice as soon as we were seated with menus – our table was wonky, the table cloth was plastic and we were bothered by persistent little midges throughout our meal. But, we ate (and it was fine). And then found the cutest little place as soon as we rounded the next corner post dining, of course! Lucky I think you’re cute, Burano.