I got to the train station on time, and bought my return ticket.
An hour and a half later, I was in Bassano del Grappa, with some drama en route as 3 young men without tickets were politely ejected by the conductor, at the next station.
My main mission was to go to the Civic Museum, to see some of Canova’s works. That man was a genius.
But, no photos are allowed inside, so you’ll have to look at these, from the cloister that forms the entry to the museum, and look online for reasons why I like his work.
And, now, the teaser. Why are my boots suddenly buried in snow? I’ll tell you more tomorrow.
Before I leave you, meet this charming gent who was fishing in the canal in front of my apartment. He showed me his catch, about 6 tiddlers, each about 10-12 cm long. he said he does eat them.