Thursday 3rd March
Arriving by plane into Marco Polo airport and hearing the pilot announce the weather in Venice was rainy with some snow my heart sank. Here was I looking forward to a week of photography in the most photogenic city in the world and the weather was conspiring against me. As it turned out the rain had abated by the time we landed and was never seen again for the rest of the week.
Met Jonathan, our workshop leader, at the airport and got directions to the water bus for the journey into the city. As it happens I didn't need them since at the waterfront I ran into an old friend, not seen for two years, who was organizing a water taxi to the railway station. I joined him and we had a pleasant journey across the lagoon in a lot more comfort than I would have had in the bus. At the station we said our farewells and I continued in the taxi to my hotel.
Met up with the rest of the party later that evening for brief introductions and then off for dinner. Hearing them talk about having to negotiate Venetian bridges on foot encumbered by suitcases and camera gear made me realise how fortunate I had been to arrive the way I had.
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