Venice: Day 2 Part B

At San Marco, the line for a tour was astronomical. So instead, we continued our wander. We discovered this interesting little gem:
This is some kind of church with a museum attached to it. I'd love to tell you to what or whom it is dedicated, but all of the inscriptions were in Greek (actual Greek, with the greek alphabet and everything) so I've no idea. What I DO know is that most of the images found inside the church were of war, death, destruction, and gave a really angry almost evil vibe. We left quickly.

Once we left, we were hopelessly lost. For two hours, we wandered the tiny streets, tired, confused, and a little freaked out. We tried to use Jim's iPhone GPS, but the little blue dot couldn't find us anywhere. Half the streets were unmarked. Somehow, the crowds disappeared. We were stranded until we found our 200 Year Old Hero (more about him the following day). We took a bit of a break, grabbed some wine and fruit and had a little lunch in our hotel room.

Post-late-lunch, it started to get a little dark, so we deemed this the best time to have our prescribed gondola ride!Our Gondolier was this large, somewhat crusty dude, who suddenly turned into the nicest man in the universe when he found out we were honeymooning. He didn't even comment when I pulled out the gnome for a cute shot.
He started to guide us through the channels, telling us fun historical facts, pointing out political buildings... he even started singing during a stretch of particularly dark alley.

We went UNDER Ponte Rialto, which immediately ensconced us in about 100 people's vacation photos.
This is us. Obviously. Aren't we cute?

We had dinner at a bridge-side restaurant (where one clearly pays for the view, but the food was delicious). The day was busy, exciting, somewhat nerve-wracking, and over all beautiful. We fell into bed happy, fed, and feeling like we were having the experience we were meant to have.