Hotel Delle Rose
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... smaller the meal, the higher the prices. Prices were ridiculous, especially for drinks. So when in Venice do what what the Venetians do, we joined the ever growing crowds on the steps and enjoyed a delicious lunch with a million dollar view. The remainder of the day was spent wandering the laneways and boardwalks, stopping frequently to enjoy the sights and sounds of this beautiful city. Travel Tip ...
... and makes some purchases which allow us to devour in local strudel like pastries. I was off to happy land at that very moment. As we head across the Swiss-Italian border, we notice sniffer dogs and at least five guards search a van. Out steps a seedy looking man and they raid his van. Definitely different to the border security we see on TV! We then head to Verona, the setting of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. As we view the balcony to which ...
We are promised another warm sunny day in the mid 20's. So far the weather has been perfect and the seas calm. The sunrise is at 7.30, so it was still dark when I went up to get us some toast and jam. We were on a morning tour, so by the time we were boarding the bus, the sun was just up. We are driving to the opposite side of the Island to visit The Monastery of the Virgin Mary, a 13th century cloister. The island is vey green with ...
... round. The message: "So this is a little different than you thought, but I'm still in charge." After walking around and taking in the church's interior, we invested our Euros in an elevator ride to the top of San Georgio's belltower (campanile). We timed it just right, arriving 15 minutes before the stroke(s) of noon. We took in views in all four directions and, when we heard the bells start to ring at San Marco, knew it was soon ...
... that were scattered with wonderful, old fashioned, mountain villages that seemed to balance precariously on cliff edges. By the time we parked up for lunch by a vast blue lake it was siesta time and there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Camproro wasn’t too difficult to find but it was very busy and it didn’t help when they cuffed us with paper, wrist bracelets, I thought Richard was going to self combust at the sight of the neon pink ...