Le Due Corti
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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 ...
... time with her either. That left Marco and I. Thankfully he did come that night because if he had not.. I would be left to two
choices... take care of the drunk one, or get snatched by a predator.
The men in the club were very much on the hunt, if you can recall my last blog, these Italian stallions are not always what they seem to be. Luckily I had a body
guard and we all had fun, if we remembered the night or ...
... all reserved cars well in advance, but the cars were either not what they ordered or at another depot requiring at least a 20min wait. In between customers, I managed to ask if there were any cars available, to which the response was "yes, only small ones". Good enough for us! We were the final customers to be served and upon handing over my QLD drivers licence things started to happen quickly! The guy helping me said that he used to live in Mermaid Beach many years ago and went ...
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 ...
... only two options for coffee and cake, one moderate sized hotel and one smaller cafe. The waiter at the hotel was rude and dismissive, tersely dismissing us because he clearly could not be bothered. This man won the prize for rudest service in all Europe by a long distance. So we repaired to the little cafe, which was much nicer and far more authentic, its terrace pagoda overflowing with wisteria. A table full of local men were busily flirting with a pretty young lady, and the ...