Around a corner, across a bridge. I have no idea where I was, but I was struck by the inherent beauty. I just love Venice. Like I said, getting lost in this magical city is part of the fun.
Plus, I was fascinated by the smaller family boats and their unusual parking spots. The owners of this boat use that little wooden ladder to climb up over the stone wall!
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That is the Ponte San Boldo and the Campo San Boldo ahead of you. You were on the Ponte Parrucheta over the Rio San Giacomo da l’Orio [one of several ways to spell that].
San Boldo is Venetian dialect for San Ubaldo (St Ubald of Gubbio). You can see an almost identical photo and learn more about the demolished church here: http://www.churchesofvenice.co.uk/demolished.htm under ‘San Polo’ (about half way down).
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