Day 17: Saturday, September 20, 2025
Today, I’m leaving (a little) the Dolomites—or at least the Dolomites around Cortina d’Ampezzo. I’m also setting aside hiking for the rest of the trip. I’m heading to Belluno (Belluno is in the Dolomites) to spend two days in and around this city (the provincial capital of the Dolomites in Veneto).
But before I leave, and especially before the sun gets too high, I’m going to photograph Becco di Mezzodì (see yesterday) from the area near the campsite, a view at the very start of the morning.

Belluno sits on a spur near a bend in the Piave River. On this stretch of the Piave, the Dolomites rise up to 2,500 meters on the right bank, while the Prealps reach 1,600 meters on the left bank. So, it’s still mountainous here, even though Belluno itself is only 400 meters above sea level.
The campsite is in the Prealps near Monte Nevegal. Since it’s just a short drive, I’ll settle in, grab a bite, and head down to Belluno to explore the city in the afternoon.
To give you an idea of Belluno’s setting, here’s a shot of an outlying neighborhood with the Dolomites in the background (photo taken from a viewpoint in the city center).

You enter the historic city through the *Porta Dante* and immediately arrive at *Piazza Duomo*. On the north side of the square, the Palazzo dei Rettori (Palace of the Venetian Podestà) is a Renaissance building with an arched portico on the ground floor and a loggia on the upper levels. In my opinion, it’s the most beautiful building on the square—it was mostly built in the 16th century and now houses the prefecture. In the background to the right, the Torre Civica (Civic Tower) is older in origin but has undergone several partial reconstructions. Throughout this part of the city (*Piazza dei Martiri*, *Piazza Duomo*), it’s Association Day today, mainly for sports groups. There are lots of people—parents, kids, teens—getting information, and some are even trying out activities where possible (mini volleyball or basketball courts, for example).

Next, I wander through some of the oldest streets in the city. This is where Roman Belluno once stood.

This neighborhood, with its narrow streets, centers around *Piazza delle Erbe* (or *Piazza Mercato*—Market Square), where you’ll find the city’s oldest fountain: Fontana di San Lucano (1409). Almost the entire square is surrounded by arcades and palazzi from the 14th, 15th, and 16th centuries (Gothic and, especially, Renaissance styles). This one (possibly the former Mount of Piety) is decorated with the coats of arms of former Venetian podestà.
*Piazza Duomo* symbolizes political and religious power, while *Piazza Mercato* was the hub of business (artisans, merchants) during the Venetian period.

I head to the municipal museum, housed in an 18th-century palace: the beautifully restored Palazzo Fulcis. It’s spacious, with an engaging layout for this art museum, which opened in 2017 (after restoration work).
But before going in, the wall of the neighboring pharmacy (Farmacia Perale) features a medallion of Garibaldi—a patriotic touch for an old pharmacy, given the style of the building it’s in.

Some rooms, like this salon, reflect the 18th-century palace’s grandeur. A room with an alcove and another with double-height ceilings serve the same purpose.

The collections span the modern era (from the Renaissance onward), but I was particularly drawn to the 18th and 19th centuries.
The museum’s masterpiece is Sebastiano Ricci’s *The Fall of Phaeton* (1704), a striking painting that captures the sensation of falling (the void, the lack of a landing point). Many artists have tackled this myth.
A quick recap of the myth: Phaeton borrowed his father Helios’ (the Sun God) chariot, lost control, and flew too close to Earth, scorching it. To "stop the damage," Zeus struck him down with a thunderbolt.

From the 19th century, Ippolito Caffi (a native of Belluno, 1809–1866, and a patriot) was a renowned landscape painter—but not *just* a landscape painter. Here’s his *Snow in Venice* (1841).

Andrea Brustolon (1662–1732), also from Belluno, was a Baroque wood sculptor who created religious works and furniture for private clients (two distinct lines of work). Here’s a *Crucifixion*—not the one in the museum, but the one in the church of Santo Stefano, north of the city center. I preferred this one for its expressiveness.

Back at the campsite with weather that’s still glorious and temperatures high for an altitude of around 1,000 meters.