Verona, he said.

As in “Two Gentlemen of?” I asked.

And Capulet and Montague and Where fore art thou, he said. In fact, Juliet’s balcony is there.

Oh, my, I said. And we both knew it was a done deal that on the road between Venice and Como, we would visit Verona.

the ancient roman amphitheater in Verona

there's just something about a piazza

pretty windows (my latest obsession)

people people everywhere

at long last we find it—Juliet's balcony

juliet in bronze in the courtyard

a souvenir for every tourist

the verona feather find

It was easy to imagine this beautiful Italian village as Shakespeare did: quaint, colorful, romantic. But I did not feel the spirit of the Bard there anymore—replaced by trinket sellers and trampled by thousands of visitors. And so we bid the city adieu and traveled on.

earlier posts on Venice:

When We Are 70

Venice: First Blush

Did We Ever: Eating and Drinking in Venice

Venice: City of Shadows and Light