Onward to Padua
The next morning we packed up and headed to the train station. We were off to Padua to see the Scrovegni Chapel.  This chapel is famous because the painter Giotto decorated it way back in 1305 from floor to ceiling with 37 scenes from the life of Jesus. Padua is not too far outside Venice so we took the same train line to get there. We arranged it this way because our flight home left the next afternoon from Venice airport. We had had amazing luck with the weather in Venice and Florence – a bit cold but practically no rain. On our way to Padua the weather gods could appease us no longer and there was a downpour by the time we got off the train. We found our hotel and checked in. We had a reservation for the chapel later that afternoon.  The chapel was only a few blocks away. It’s attached to a complex of museum buildings and a sculpture garden. The Giotto frescos are so fragile with age that the room must be strictly climate controlled - the museum only lets 25 tourists into the chapel at a time and you are only allowed to stay for fifteen minutes. We were also not allowed to take any photos – there are photos online if you are interested but it’s not the same as being there obviously. We had delicious pasta at a restaurant called Brek. I would have loved to explore more of Padua but the weather was just too nasty. I stayed home and watched Italian TV instead.
The next morning it was still drizzling. I walked around several streets near the hotel but didn’t have time to see much, we needed to catch a bus to Venice airport. At least the continental breakfast was decent - I'm really cranky if I don't get breakfast.
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Cameras were not allowed in the Chapel
and the weather was too nasty to take pictures of anything else in Padua, so I decided to add this photo of two male mannequins wearing high heels and raincoats with skulls on them instead

Here's an angry man who sells wooden motorcycles


Here's some leather bags with metal duck's feet