Alas all good things must come to an end. Though I am anxious to get to a bed in Venice. Today I descended out of the Dolomites. I started my journey in the crisp and foggy morning air. I stopped in Belluno for a meal and to charge my phone. I meandered the flea market waiting for the antique car race to arrive, but ultimately ran out of patience and wound my way out of the city into the foothills.
The official cycling route takes you out of the busy valley and into the scenic outskirts. I think I also skirted some wet weather in the central valley. I took a detour to Lake Mis which is mindbogglingly clear, and a wonderful temperature. The weather ultimately found me there and whisked me back into the valley.
I made my way down to the river and enjoyed a few meals and ultimately made it to old town Feltre, which is a magical medieval area. I curled up for the night under a bridge.