Torcello is where it (*) all began, when people fleeing from the barbarian invaders found some mud flats that they deemed better than the fate that would have befallen them if they had been taken by those barbarians. (Phew, I haven’t written such a long sentence for ages.)
(*) it being Venice
Here is the destination as seen from Burano.

I bought a combined ticket to gain access to Santa Maria Assunta and Santa Fosca, and the campanile which has finally reopened after about 5 years of restoration. Do yourself a favour and visit Jeff Cotton’s site for descriptions of the two churches: santamariassunta (No photos are allowed inside these ancient places of worship.)
As you walk along the side of Santa Maria Assunta, heading towards the campanile, look up and notice these massive stone shutters on the side windows. How in the world did they ever open and shut them?
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Here is where you’ll begin the ascent of the campanile. There is a combination of steps and ramps for the climb. I don’t recall the ramp being quite so steep, 5 or 6 years ago!

It’s a tad difficult to show in a two-dimensional photo, but if you look straight up before you hit the first step, this is where you’re heading, up and up.

At the top, you’ll be rewarded with views such as these.
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This fellow, seen far in the distance, piqued my attention, and I noticed there was a path behind the campanile which leads along a tranquil canal. I’ll show you a bit of that in the another post.

Part of the restoration involved maintenance of the old reinforcing rods that go from side to side in the campanile, and installation of new stainless steel ones. They should keep this bell tower standing for a few more centuries.
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Here’s what is attached to the external ends of these rods.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), I descended the campanile before the bells rang their merry chimes at noon.
Imagine getting these up to the top of the tower in the good old days of yore.


At the end of the day, a door is closed at the foot of the incline to the top of the tower. I hope they never lose the key to this lock. And, I’m not sure of the strength of that little padlock!

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