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... leads to the lake and a 30 metre long pebbled 'beach' with spectacular views of the town, lake and mountains. Back in town we go to the bakery to get some lunch. There were no meat pies at all but we got some panchetto, local soft cheese, fresh bread and a few pastries. This lunch looking out onto the lake and mountains was worth a million dollars. A beautiful 90 minute trip down the East side of the lake sees us back in Milan for a meal the girls have concocted. Before ...
... for the
oldest member of the group due to way to much alcohol. Dancing to a
heavy beat as the pain from my heels stabs the bottoms of my feet and
shot up my legs, I take a second to consider sitting down but that
thought quickly evaporates when you have to pay for a table to sit at
or when you realize how much it will suck to stand back up again
afterwards.. oor when you realise how much fun you ...
... day? That was the good news, the bad news was that unlike last time when he went down on the train, Fabrizio would be driving as he had a meeting down there, and so they would be leaving Lucca at 6.30am. This meant setting the alarm for 5.30am. An alarm!!! He hadn't heard one of those for months, poor old stick. Well, he made the deadline, and off they went.
Fabrizio had a business meeting to attend, so Ali spent the day wandering the streets like Billy No ...
My time in Milan was spent walking around, visiting museums, photographic exhibitions, eating
amazing meals, drinking good micro brewery beers and getting to know Cristina's friends and lifestyle.
I even got to see 'The Last Supper' by Leonardo Da Vinci. This was an amazing surprise from Cristina as it's usually a few months waiting list to get in. They only ...
By the time peace came in 1945, the Leicestershire Yeomanry were stationed in Como whilst awaiting repatriation and demobilisation, and we were heading there as a sort of homage for Dad. He had spoken fondly about his time there, which whilst still in the army, must have been a relatively happy stay after all those years of warfare. The sense of relief at the reality of survival must have been enormous.
We had a decent journey given the edgy driving habits of ...