Last week I went on holiday to Lake Como in Italy.
After being led on a wild goose chase by my rental car’s GPS system I finally arrived at my destination.
Having checked into my hotel I headed out into town, where I found a bar at the top of a long flight of steps. This is a picture of your esteemed author posing with umbrella half way up the steps.
The bar’s cavernous interior boasted a dizzying selection of vino. There were a lot of customers in the bar and I had difficultly getting the bar staffs attention. I concluded that I needed to utilise some hand gestures, as I know Italians love those, though they didn’t seem to appreciate the ones I used.
Finally I was successful in obtaining a selection of apéritifs.
The below picture was taken on the way out of the bar not in a subterranean police cell.
Ferries are the preferred mode of transport for visiting the lake’s numerous villages and towns.
My first port of call was the picturesque town of Varenna, where you’ll always find a tourist getting in the way of your photo.
Below is Varenna church. At least I am pretty sure it is Varenna church. I saw so many churches that there is small chance that I might be wrong.
Midmorning I stopped for a Peroni, followed shortly thereafter by a chocolate and pistachio gelato.
This is one of the many beautiful houses that surround the lake.
I always seek out the less salubrious side of everywhere I go. In the suburbs of Como I came across this derelict hotel with a view of the main road.
Another day another meat and cheese antipasto.
I would highly recommend Lake Como to anyone who does not suffer from aquaphobia.