While following the Vogalonga through the lagoon,
Tamás snapped a few photos of this bright red gondola being rowed solo as it passed through Murano.
I don't know if there's any sort of Freudian meaning behind it, but for some reason I've had several dreams which have included a red gondola.
Maybe I was a fireman in a previous life.
Unlike the gondola featured in my post "The Red Racing Gondola",
this boat didn't have the trademark vent holes at the stern,
but I'm pretty sure she belongs to a club who's colors are red and blue.
Thirty-six feet is a lot of boat to row in an event like the Vogalonga,
but this guy looked like he knew what he was doing.
A red gondola - it's a beautiful thing.