Sitting here in Ljubljana watching the rain pour down, it's hard to remember I was sitting in the sun in Venice a week ago. Actually it's now taken me so long to finish this that the sun is shining again.
The trip by train takes 4 hours, though it could take much less, since the train chugs slowly to the border, the crossing takes 30 mins, then the train speeds up a bit. Slovenia's entry into the Schengen area (next year?) should remove the need for the passport inspections at Sezana and Opicina. Still a 10.30 start gets you to Venice just before 3pm, a sensible time to arrive in a new place. The train then goes back arriving at 19.30, again a civilised time of arrival. Slovenian trains was offering a (Valentine's?) two for the price of one, which made it even more of a bargain. Actually the train is called the "Casanova", so some mixed messages here.
The train leaving Ljubljana was an old-fashioned corridor train, which gave it all a sense of deja-vu to my Hook of Holland to Moscow journeys when it was much cheaper by train than flying. On the way back it was a typical comfortable intercity train. I still feel that going somewhere on a long journey by train is more of an adventure than by plane. Part of it is the climb up from the platform into the carriage, which always seems so foreign compared with British platforms at the same level as the train. But these days, that must be changing, for disabled access, and for mums with pushchairs. The driver walked past with a smart uniform and a big briefcase, just like a pilot, rather than the old overalls.
We got to sit in the first class compartment, since there were practically no passengers. This gave us the luxury of a pinky/brown carpet and upholstery. The upholstery I recognised as being practically the same as on a Habitat sofa I had in the 80s. I suppose that dated the carriage design and construction.
Railway lines still retain the feel of another era. I was immediately taken back to journeys on school trips (usually to Chester Zoo, and the ferry across the Mersey) in the 50s, when I had a collection of I-Spy books designed to keep children's attention on long journeys. It was possible then to spot all sorts of different steam engines, with wheels in mysterious codes like 2-4-2, and also water tanks and hooks for hanging post bags for fast collection. Although there were no steam engines to be seen, and the track was electrified, out in the country it looked little different. Each country has its own typical country railway stations, built in the style when the railway was first constructed, and extended to cope with goods before they were sent by container. The signalling and point system for changing track doesn't seem to have changed a lot.
At one stage the track went all the way down one side of the valley, did a wide U turn and then proceeded along the other side on a very slow gradient. Eventually it dawned on me that this was the only way a steam train could have got up speed to climb the hill. Do you actually have to steer a train, or does the track do it for you? It must be very boring driving a train these days, worse than a car on a motorway, nothing to pass, no lanes to change, except coming into stations. Only to watch the dials and the track for obstructions. The only bit of action seemed to be that you still needed to hoot to warn workmen on the track.
At one point, we passed a grandfather watching with his grandson as the train passed. Are they still so exciting and with the hint of the mystery of foreign places? Do boys still want to grow up to be engine drivers, because that was the equivalent these days of having a fast car?
Anyway enough of the train nostalgia, and here are some pics of Venice.
The view from the Rialto bridge:
Although it is claimed that Venice is no longer at risk of flooding, clearly the tide has some influence. Here is the water level in the Piazza San Marco at 11pm, with water clearly bubbling out of some of the manholes. Also the duckboards were out and looking like they were expected to be used.
And here are some of the shop windows displaying very elaborate masks for the Carnival.
Even gondoliers deserve a rest!
The narrowest street in Venice? And the garden I really wanted.
And two interesting meals I had: four cheeses and pear salad; and cuttle fish with black sauce and polenta. Notice I said interesting. I think I have satisfied myself about the merits of cuttlefish AND black sauce.

I managed one church, two art galleries, two good meals and a lot of sitting around in the sun in cafes, plus zipping around on the Vaporetto. Not bad for the two days I was there.
On the whole, I don't really like Venice. It's like St Petersburg, a bit of a museum city. And the buildings are all falling down. Plus I don't know enough history of the right period or art history to know what I am looking at.
tags: Venice, Piazza San Marco, Rialto,