Most times you don’t see the fog that is enclosing you — you discern it according to how thickly it covers relatively nearby objects. As in this case I examined the end of our next-door street, which always ends in a canal but on this morning ended also in fog.
We get fog intermittently at various moments throughout the year, and my only objection to it isn’t what it does to my hair (I’ve abandoned my dreams there) but what it does to the vaporettos.
They still run, but the smaller motoscafos that circle Venice undergo an abrupt change of plan, which I totally do not understand. The boats have radar; the boats are almost always in sight of land, or channel markers, or whatever. It may be the crushing influence of the insurers that induces the ACTV to send the motoscafos up the Grand Canal instead of around the city, and iin that case making only a few strategic stops to which you must adapt (Accademia, Rialto, train station, Piazzale Roma).
Or sometimes they simply suspend operations on most of the round-the-city lines, with no notice whatever, meaning you have to reconfigure everything in order to make use of the one truly and eternally reliable transport, the trusty old #1 local.
Sometimes it comes in the night, so when you wake up it’s already there. Other times it drifts up to greet you, in an ominous kind of way.
At that point, you have to plot a new overland route to your destination, and that’s where the real inconvenience comes in. As it happens, not long ago I was accompanying an elderly neighbor to the hospital for an appointment. The boat we usually take requires a mere four stops, and the fourth is right in front of the hospital. But with the fog, the music changes, as they say here when describing an unexpected and disagreeable shift in plans. So we had to A) walk further than our usual stop in order to reach a stop that still was functioning; B) disembark at San Marco; and C) walk inland.
My friend is a trouper, though. By the time a Venetian reaches 82 years old she/he may well have stronger legs than Simone Biles. I had proposed riding to the Rialto stop and walking inland from there. She counter-proposed that we get off at San Zaccaria and walk cross-lots from there. I secretly gave her ten extra points and a gold star. And a bluebird.
Happily for us, the fog lifted while we were indoors, so we took the usual four-stop vehicle and were home in a jiffy (or 15 minutes in ACTV years).
Unhappily for us, this scenario was repeated this week — two days in succession — and while I may enjoy bragging about it at the end of those days , I do not appreciate being compelled to show how strong and hardy I am. Frankly, I’ll never beat the little old lady to win the Tough as Old Boots trophy.
And a gracious good morning to you, whoever you are.Rowing clubs hold races all year, and winter is an excellent period for the rowers (if not the spectators) because there is almost no traffic. Here two men are rowing their gondolino toward the nearby starting line out in the lagoon.I have seen gondolas in the fog even carrying passengers, who must have been in complete now-or-never mode. As for the gondolier, at first I wondered how he could manage to follow his route with almost no visibility, then realized that he does the same circuit ad infinitum — for all I know, he just gives the boat its head and lets it go on its own.There doesn’t seem to be any rule forbidding racing against boats you can barely see. But in the race on December 4 a few years ago in honor of St. Barbara, caorlinas carrying five dauntless men and one student from the Morosini Naval School fought their way across the Bacino of San Marco. In cases like these, the judges in the following motorboat have to deal not only with navigating “blind,” but can barely make out the color of each boat. The difference between red and orange is hard to differentiate even in broad daylight — here you might be forced to go by the word of the rowers. A situation you obviously would like to avoid.“Amerigo Vespucci,” the Italian navy’s sail training”tall ship,” arrives on special occasions, and always on those when the President of Italy is here. It has no need of fog to look amazing, but the fog doesn’t hurt, either.My heart goes out to her, because I would swear she had no idea when she hung out her down comforter that she was going to awake to discover that it’s become soggier than it was when it came out of the last spin cycle. If she’s going to have to rely on the sun to get it dry, it will finally be ready sometime in August.Our ordinary canal is bordered by a rusty railing that the fog transforms into something magical. I was astonished to see how many of these there were — or are. The next day it was as if they had disappeared.
Lovely moody pictures, reminiscent of my first visit to Venice in February, when I had alternating grey fog and brilliant blue sky. Damp and chill notwithstanding, there is something cozy and enveloping about fog, and I love the silence fog seems to bring. Thanks for sharing your beautiful pictures.
Fog in Venice has always, from the first time we encountered it, seemed very different from fog elsewhere! I can see – and indeed have experienced how fog can mean you have to re-think getting from A to B, as you describe, but the different images that it creates, sometimes removing the “background” just a few yards further away, or, as you show with the spiderwebs, making you so aware of little, unremarkable but suddenly totally magical things, are so interesting. Even the way a Vap. looms up out of the mist, at the stop, in such a ghostly manner…. ah, I wish I could be there again. thank you, Erla, thank you.
Like the above comments, I thank you for sharing these unique and beautiful votes and your experiences. One memorable morning for me when I got up early and walked across the Piazza San Marco you could hardly see the top of the Campanile, yet there was someone sweeping. Then on to Fundementa Nova and I took the vaporetto to Burano, one could not see anything in the whiteness except the channel posts, but I left it to the expertise of the captain. After a caffe and brioche, I took the few minute ride to Torcello. It was so magical hearing the morning bird song and noticing the dew on the fence. And then Basilica Santa Assunta appeared out of the mist of Time. So magical.
Thank you Erla… for some reason I had never thought about Venice in the fog. We had plenty in Scotland, and learned to count steps from A to B to find our way!
Wonderful pictures and story to go with it. Just imagine that a cobweb could be transformed into such beauty just by adding… water.
My guess about the motoscafos are less about the safety of the motoscafos themselves but for other boats, perhaps manned with less competent persons. If another boat, without radar, sonar or even common sense, veers in front of an ACTV motoscafo they might still somehow be liable and therefore they don’t go. In the Canal Grande it’s perhaps a different ball game?
Getting from A to B in Venice is to me still an adventure but I’m glad that your friend had your company even if the walking in itself were no big deal for a seasoned Venetian.
Stay sefe and healthy, my friends!
Hi Andreas. I’m glad you liked the cobwebs. Lino had to drag me away, I was having such a good time. Interesting theory about the reason for sending motoscafi up the Grand Canal instead of around in the fog. It might be the case, but considering how many things the ACTV doesn’t worry about, but should (Exhibit A: motondoso caused by them) I have no sense at all of their priorities. At the moment they’re certainly more worried about how many millions and millions of euros (not made up) they lost in 2020, and are still losing in 2021, from all those missing tourists. Keeping my hiking boots ready, because they’re planning a strike in early March, and it’s not even the first one this year. Whee.
I guess that many of my theories, especially those regarding things of which I know close to nothing, should be taken not with a grain of salt but with a cartload thereof. 🙂
Keep up the high spirit and keep the hiking boots ready. There is an annoyingliy over-enthusiastic Norwegian rhyme saying that you’ll always be in a good mood when walking. I beg to differ, but then I’m not Norwegian.
Cara Erla,
Your vignettes of Venice are always wonderful (and welcome to those of us stanieri who haven’t been able to get back for ever so long), but this is one of the best yet. The photos are prize winners, and a reminder just how thick that Adriatic fog can get. Brava! And another Brava!
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Lovely moody pictures, reminiscent of my first visit to Venice in February, when I had alternating grey fog and brilliant blue sky. Damp and chill notwithstanding, there is something cozy and enveloping about fog, and I love the silence fog seems to bring. Thanks for sharing your beautiful pictures.
Fog in Venice has always, from the first time we encountered it, seemed very different from fog elsewhere! I can see – and indeed have experienced how fog can mean you have to re-think getting from A to B, as you describe, but the different images that it creates, sometimes removing the “background” just a few yards further away, or, as you show with the spiderwebs, making you so aware of little, unremarkable but suddenly totally magical things, are so interesting. Even the way a Vap. looms up out of the mist, at the stop, in such a ghostly manner…. ah, I wish I could be there again. thank you, Erla, thank you.
Very atmospheric!
Like the above comments, I thank you for sharing these unique and beautiful votes and your experiences. One memorable morning for me when I got up early and walked across the Piazza San Marco you could hardly see the top of the Campanile, yet there was someone sweeping. Then on to Fundementa Nova and I took the vaporetto to Burano, one could not see anything in the whiteness except the channel posts, but I left it to the expertise of the captain. After a caffe and brioche, I took the few minute ride to Torcello. It was so magical hearing the morning bird song and noticing the dew on the fence. And then Basilica Santa Assunta appeared out of the mist of Time. So magical.
I’ve been mesmerised by the fog on YouTube webcams, especially after dark. Great to see local images. Thank you.
Thank you Erla… for some reason I had never thought about Venice in the fog. We had plenty in Scotland, and learned to count steps from A to B to find our way!
Wonderful pictures and story to go with it. Just imagine that a cobweb could be transformed into such beauty just by adding… water.
My guess about the motoscafos are less about the safety of the motoscafos themselves but for other boats, perhaps manned with less competent persons. If another boat, without radar, sonar or even common sense, veers in front of an ACTV motoscafo they might still somehow be liable and therefore they don’t go. In the Canal Grande it’s perhaps a different ball game?
Getting from A to B in Venice is to me still an adventure but I’m glad that your friend had your company even if the walking in itself were no big deal for a seasoned Venetian.
Stay sefe and healthy, my friends!
Hi Andreas. I’m glad you liked the cobwebs. Lino had to drag me away, I was having such a good time. Interesting theory about the reason for sending motoscafi up the Grand Canal instead of around in the fog. It might be the case, but considering how many things the ACTV doesn’t worry about, but should (Exhibit A: motondoso caused by them) I have no sense at all of their priorities. At the moment they’re certainly more worried about how many millions and millions of euros (not made up) they lost in 2020, and are still losing in 2021, from all those missing tourists. Keeping my hiking boots ready, because they’re planning a strike in early March, and it’s not even the first one this year. Whee.
I guess that many of my theories, especially those regarding things of which I know close to nothing, should be taken not with a grain of salt but with a cartload thereof. 🙂
Keep up the high spirit and keep the hiking boots ready. There is an annoyingliy over-enthusiastic Norwegian rhyme saying that you’ll always be in a good mood when walking. I beg to differ, but then I’m not Norwegian.
Wonderful photographs and compelling words, EZ. You’re a master!
Thanks, Kent. You ought to try the fog here sometime, it’s pretty interesting to walk around in a place you can scarcely see!
Cara Erla,
Your vignettes of Venice are always wonderful (and welcome to those of us stanieri who haven’t been able to get back for ever so long), but this is one of the best yet. The photos are prize winners, and a reminder just how thick that Adriatic fog can get. Brava! And another Brava!
Erla, only you and Venice could make such magic out of fog!xx