In which I go to great lengths to get a haircut

Not there aren’t a lot of hair stylists in Venice, but my feet were itchy today.

To reach my destination, I had to find Platform 23 quickly, I only had about 3 minutes to spare. (I didn’t even know Platform 23 existed.)

On the way to wherever it was I was going on the train, I passed many fields which were either sodden with puddles from recent rains, or sporting healthy crops of what looked like wheat. I guess those farmers got out early in the season to plant the seeds, while the ground was firm enough not to bog their tractors. Many of the fields were lively with drifts of red poppies, they look so bright and cheery.

I arrived, and walked a short distance from the railway station to the city walls, and entered the old part of this pretty town.

Hey, they’ve got a lion, too, but not the one we see so much in Venice.

I hadn’t even thought of getting my hair attended to, but then I went past the shop of Ilario Baggio, came to a stop and a snap decision and climbed the stairs to the salon. In quick time, my needs were stated and confirmed, and the clever hairdresser transformed my unruly hair into this:

The darn woman won’t leave her family to come to Australia. 😦

When I left the shop, with my head held high, I chatted with this street artist for a while.

His name is Francesco Liparulo, and he offers classes in sculpture, design and painting.  His website is  www.webalice.it/arteliparulo

I’ll be posting more about this destination which is a little over an hour from Venice, by train. Oh, look what else they have there …

And, also …

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! I was in Bassano del Grappa again, and I want to go back again!