The east in this case, is the far end of the sestiere of Castello, Isola di Sant’ Elena. It took me about 40 minutes to walk from the Piazza San Marco, but I wasn’t rushing.
At one point in the walk, the paving changes from biggish blocks, to smaller ones, arranged in a fan-like pattern. A group of the small pavers must have come adrift, and were replaced by some concrete. Some sceptic had written “provvisorio” [temporary] in it. I wonder how long ago that was?
The autumn leaves were thick on the ground under the tall trees.
There is a feeling of space and quiet, in Sant’ Elena.
The Naval Academy is located in this district. These were the last 2 runners of about 20 young cadets who had gone puffing past me.
The all important soccer stadium is found out here.
As you walk past one side of the stadium, the Church of Sant’ Elena is revealed with a double line of trees to lead you there.
Hmm, love eternal at the Cloister of Sant’ Elena?
The bright colour of this apartment building cheered a gloomy sort of day.
No, I haven’t forgotten.
