I stop for lunch at Trattoria al Gatto Nero, a family-run spot that serves up some of the freshest seafood in the lagoon. The owner tells me that Burano is one of the last places where fishermen still use traditional techniques passed down for generations. It’s a reminder that, beyond the tourist crowds, Venice’s islands still hold onto their old ways of life.
Back in Venice, we wander through Dorsoduro, a quieter, artsier neighborhood that feels miles away from the chaos of St. Mark’s. Here, small wine bars spill onto the streets, Cicchetti (Venetian tapas) is served on wooden boards, and the whole place has a relaxed, lived-in feel.
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