Caorle. April, Sunday 13th

you rarely see the sea in this space of mine. I'm more the woods-fields-mountains kind of girl. anyway, after the stroll at the antique market in Portobuffolè, Marco and I decided to go reach the coast.

the river that crosses Portobuffolè, called Livenza, keeps flowing for about 50 km to the sea, and we followed it, to a town called Caorle.

the sign "vele di barche caorlotte" means sails of the boats from Caorle

as other fishermen villages (like Burano), Caorle is full of bright colors. most of the walls, windows and doors are painted with pastel or vibrant nuances.

my favorite spot was the pink house you see in the first photo. it is decorated with many drawings of boat sails. Paulino Biancon, 82 years old former fisherman, painted them. all the designs are based on reality. in the past, every fisherman's boat was different, with its own colors and patterns: that way, wives and mothers could recognize their men's boats from afar.
mr. Biancon remembered most of them, and he made some researches for the other ones. i love that wall filled with stories.

bright doors and windows in Caorle

Caorle was part of the former republic of Venice, and the composition of the town still resembles Venice.
in the main square, the bell tower is the first thing that catches the eyes. it dates to 1048, it's 48 metres tall (it did not fit inside my 50mm lens), and the cylindrical structure, surmounted by a cone shaped cusp, makes it pretty unique.

a colorful "calle" and the main square with the bell tower

we bought some fried squids and french fries, and ate them at the seaside, watching the grey of the sky blend into the grey of the sea.

the last two pictures are taken with vsco cam, as the film roll was over, and the landscape too beautiful to let it go.

church of the blessed virgin of the angel

the last stop was a quiet stop in the lagoon banks. we sat there for a while, watching small boats and swans, listening to the waves.
while we were there, an old man stopped by, asking questions about the lambretta. he told us his parents gifted him with the same lambretta for his 17th birthday, in 1960. he had some sweet memories to share, about field trips, adventures, friends, girls. then he greeted us saying "viva la lambretta". it was such a sweet moment.

by the sea

I wish you an happy easter!