Memories of Burano
The corona virus is spreading throughout the world. My thoughts goes to all the affected countries in these troubled times. The nation being worst hit in Europe at the moment is Italy. It will likely be a no-go zone for a long time, so I think back on the many good times I’ve had there.
For instance, I visited Venice a few years back. While I really enjoyed the city, especially at night when all the tourists had vanished, I was stunned by the less-known islands in the north part of the lagoon.
After a quick boat ride, I roamed across the San Michele Cemetery. An entire island as a graveyard, where I found the tombs of Stravinsky and Doppler. Another boat took me to the island of Murano, where I had a nice espresso with tiramisu on a green patio.
But the real gem of the archipelago turned out to be Burano, the island of silk. It was amazing to walk along the narrow streets, lined with brightly colored houses.
We sat down by a fountain in a plaza, shadowed by the bell tower of San Martino, where we sampled the local delight called bussolà, a donut-shaped butter cookie.
There are several things I don’t approve about the country, but their food and beauty is truly second to none.