Saturday, September 2

We arrived at Marco Polo airport in the early evening, just in time to get a boat almost directly to Murano. I have never walked from a plane to a boat before, especially one that I thought we had already missed.

We got to the island just in time to collect the keys to the apartment we have rented from the woman in Tourist Information, charmingly known as Sleep in Murano. I had no idea what to expect from the moment we got off the plane to the moment that I find myself standing in front of the little alley that leads to our front door.

Everything has bright coloured paint, and I cannot shake the feeling that I have moved to a film set.