I headed off today back on a continuation of yesterday’s path following the Brenta River.
Today, however, everyone was back at work and the hordes of cyclists, walkers and horse riders had all but disappeared
These crops, sorghum perhaps, had interesting patterns I imagine made by wind.
I met this man along the way who explained to me how people from Venice would travel up the Brenta River to visit their holiday shacks like this one.
A lost shoe !
Another one of those ‘Saturn 5’ style church steeples .
The Italian language has absorbed many English words, usually where a perfectly good Italian word already exists and with a usage not common in English . This sign is saying certain types of fish are protected in the area.
There were interesting old irrigation canal buildings.
I farewelled the Brenta that I’d seen grow from a tiny stream over the last 5 days of walking. It flows into the Adriatic just south of Venice.
I made my way through the suburbs of Padova and passed the St. Anthony’s Basilica on the way to my hotel.
Tomorrow I’ll spend the day here in Padova giving my feet a bit of a rest.