I first heard about Burano just over a year ago when I discovered one of my now favourite instagrammers @corrine_t – a well travelled nurse from Canada. Her beautiful gallery features bright shots from all over the world sharing experiences and offering inspiration. It was inspiration I took from her photos of ‘Isola di Burano’, a tiny Italian fishing island reachable from Venice by an hourlong waterbus. When I saw a picture of the place I became mildly obsessed with going and 12 months later I was afloat the relaxing Venetian public transport. Peering out the window through my Italian sunglasses at Burano pier, I wondered if the reality would match up to my expectations. It didn’t. It by far surpassed them.
Compared to Venice, Burano is a tiny little bambino. It’s rainbow rows of houses snuggle around the dainty canals which are bobbing with cheerful boats tied to stripy mooring posts. And then you realise this is the alternative to seeing streets of parked cars outside a terraced row of houses. But there are no cars in Venice or any other of it’s Islands and these houses are not red brick with a pebbledash render. These are houses that are painted in colours so bright you thought they only existed on the x-pro filter of Instagram. Each of them has what seems like a very calculated selection of complimentary laundry draped out the windows. How is that the Italians can make even housework look so stylish.
The restaurants on the canals offer the sort of menus you only dream of finding in Venice which can be notoriously bad for food. Just as good and for a more modest budget is the spit-roast chicken from the butchers eaten as a picnic at the waterfront with the panoramic view of Venice in front of you.
Apart from the task of finding somewhere to eat which is usually top of my list, there’s really no other pressing issues to attend to in Burano other than slowly turning the corner to reveal the next palette of colours that are sure to enhance your day. It’s tiny, it’s bright and it’s far quieter than it’s big sister Venice.
I’m forever grateful to Instagram for allowing us to travel the work with the swipe of a finger and get inspired to visit new places that could so easily have gone unheard of.
So if you’re in Venice and are tiring of the crowds, jump on the first water bus to Burano and inject a bit of colour into your life!