Venice waterbus

Usage examples of vaporetto.

After the short car journey, which Olivia found rather testing with a man like Max in the passenger seat watching her every move, it was a relief to get on the vaporetto in the warm, salt-scented sunshine.

By this time the vaporetto was very crowded, though Max made sure Olivia kept her vantage point each time another wave of passengers crammed into the vessel.

She alighted from the vaporetto in silence among the noisy crowds, gazing in unashamed wonder at the buildings, oblivious to the heat until Max led her towards a hat stall where a jovial, admiring man handed her various styles to try on, providing a mirror for her to view the result.

The buses and cars stay behind and the visitors take the vaporetto across the lagoon to Venice.

They moored next to the vaporetto landing stage and, after stopping to buy flowers just inside the cemetery walls, Eugenio led them in a little procession down the long cypress-lined gravel paths to the far end of the raftlike island where the route became increasingly mazy as though in imitation of the neighboring island these dead once called home.

Eugenio had laughed when they returned from the mask shop, by vaporetto this time, the fog beginning, much slower than his spirits, to lift, and in reply he had crawled out of his litter chair and performed a feeble little bowlegged jig, bowing afterwards to the general applause.

The coppery-haired Orsina Luna on the vaporetto had turned his mind quite seriously to thoughts of the coppery-haired Vivian Rivington who soon might be.

Aubrey ran down the steps where he saw a vaporetto marked for the Lido.

Grand Canal below, sending motorboats swerving and gondolas pushing desperately for shore, those on the decks of vaporetti ducking inside for cover, or else replying with similar, if only token, gestures of their own.

The beauty of Venice was spread out all around them, but her eyes were focused on the line of gondolas and motorized vaporettos bobbing in the canal just feet from the front door of the palazzo.

A singing gondolier pulls his oars through waves, plying the morning choppiness, past other larger vaporettos.

The vaporetto pulled up to a dock and came to a stop, the barrier was pulled back, a crowd pushed off, another crowd pushed on.

He sat inside the deep blue room, staring out the windows at the vaporetti put-putting past, their running lights winking and darting like fantastic fireflies.

The vaporetto passed the Fondaco dei Tedeschi, an enormous palace of 160 rooms, now the central Post Office, which was originally used by the Tedeschi family as their warehouse and a kind of hotel for visiting members of other merchant families.

The quay - actually the Riva degli Schiavoni - was beginning to fill with schoolchildren climbing onto vaporetti bound for morning classes.