Burano

Burano is an island a few kilometers into the lagoon from Venice. The men are traditionally fishermen, and the women were famous for their lacework. Jan Morris writes:

"Later the industry languished so disastrously that when they came to resuscitate it, only one very old lady survived who knew how to make Venetian point: they muffled her in woollies, stuffed her with pills, and gently filched her secrets before she died."

I don't care much about lace, nor about the fish that are caught in a 55 square km open sewer. But Burano is also known for its colourful houses. Stunningly pretty.













































The campanile in Burano, like another more famous Italian tower, is leaning at a precarious angle. It's almost as if building a tall narrow tower that's expected to last for centuries on a swamp isn't a good idea. I like to think that when it leans too far to one side, one of the local builders wanders over and puts his shoulder against it. It moves with a sucking, squelching noise until it's leaning in the opposite direction. He dusts his hands and moseys home for a panini and a cigarette.

I'm Dreaming of a Bright Christmas

The great thing about Christmas is having a traditional kiwi barbeque and maybe catching some rays in the deckchair.

Venice at Night

The Rialto Bridge:










The Bridge of Sighs. So named because when prisoners were taken to see what the dilweed Italians had done to the bridge, they sighed.








The Campanile (tower) in St Mark's Square. According to Jan Morris, it was begun in 912, and in the 15th century misbehaving clerics were hung in cages on the side of it, sometimes until they starved. Emperor Frederick III once rode his horse up it, and Galileo used the platform near the top to demonstrate his newly invented telescope to the Doge.

Goethe visited it. Wait, didn't he beat me to that salt mine in Poland as well? Bastard, he's always one step ahead!




The Basilica in St Mark's Square. The 4 horses that you can just see above the main arch are replicas (the originals that stood there are in a nearby museum). They were captured from Constantinople during the fourth crusade.

Guess Who's Coming to Shimmer

I'm back from my latest trip. Aww, thanks. I missed you too.

The trick to these "Guess where James has been" posts is for me to show a photo that gives subtle hints, without giving the game away. It's quite the tightrope act.

This is a tricky one. Don't give it away...don't give it away...

Damnit!

Night of the Concorde

Our work Xmas party was in a plane hanger. When I first received the email, the thought that went through my mind was: "How cheap is this company? Are all the disused coal mines already booked?"

However, the hanger in question is at Duxford, 12 miles from Cambridge. It's part of the large air museum there and is crammed full of historic British aircraft. As parties go, it was quite different.

Apologies for the cell phone pics. The lighting was terrible.



Looking along the Concorde:



Standing in a bomb bay:



The two photos from above were taken after I climbed up to the balcony, where I was confronted by a security woman. She asked me "Are you in the band?" I replied that I wasn't and she shooed me down. It reminds me of that scene in Ghostbusters where Venkman says "Ray, if somebody asks if you're a god, you say 'Yes'!"

Lesson for the day: If someone from security asks if you're with the band, always say 'Yes'.