Venice Underwater

I have read about Venice, and have assumed that one day it will simply crumble and be washed away by the tide. I am shocked that more isn't being done to preserve what seems to be the next Atlantis. And I had better visit before it disappears for good.
Obviously many others thought the same. People will continue visiting Venice in droves, whatever the weather, for years to come. But none of the Venetians seemed to be disturbed by the fact that the water level was rising, and their establishments were now underwater.

We arrived in rain, parked the car in rain, and walked to our hotel in rain. We had umbrellas and raincoats, but no waterproof footwear.  Our feet were soon soaked. The hotel room was cold and damp... no chance of drying off in there. So we headed out into the crowds to see what we could see of Venice.
Walking around Venice is a challenge at the best of times, but under these rainy conditions, it becomes near impossible. Many of the "streets" are only one umbrella wide, which makes passing difficult. You either have to go over or under the oncoming umbrella. And there is no stopping midstream to window shop! That would cause a traffic jam of epic proportions.

The locals are quick to get their umbrellas and other rain gear out for sale wherever the streets widen. Jon was all for buying everyone rubber boots, but we settled for another umbrella.
The first day there, the downpour was such that no one was even considering a gondola ride. We were just wandering around trying to take pictures in the pouring rain. All the available cafes were full inside, and flooded outside.
It is hard to look up when it is raining, but I did become enchanted with the small winding streets that crossed canal after canal on small stone bridges. I knew I was in a unique place.

Getting cold, already wet, in St Mark's Square, we were looking for some hot refreshment. The smell of hot spiced wine and chocolate led us to a small cafe. There was not much space inside, specially for dripping umbrellas, so I waited outside while Jon and Ben went in for hot drinks. I noticed a old man pause at the door, put his cigar in a holder on the wall before entering to drink a coffee at the bar. It looked like he had been doing that everyday for years. It was in such contrast to the tourists I watched arrive off a boat with huge rolling suitcases and trying to figure out how to continue through the flooded streets.

Fortunately, the next morning, the rains stopped enough for us to venture out and see some more of the city. It is truly unique and a fitting end to my road trip. Everyone must experience Venice, crowds, rain, small hotels, and all. You feel like you are in a painting.
Oh, and bring dry socks!