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... our part. I am not entirely sure that the Stresa people were terribly thrilled by the idea, but a deal was negotiated nonetheless. If you cannot strike an arrangement between a Swiss hotel, a British couple, an Italian hotel and a German camper van in Locarno, then I don't know where else in the world you can.
Suitably encouraged, we headed down the hill to lakeside Locarno for some well deserved sustenance. We found a very pleasant lakeside restaurant, watched the ...
... are walking, hiking and biking than you normally see in the US (see first observation above)
Our sample is fairly small but the motorcyclists tend to wear very nice leather riding clothes color coordinated with their bikes. Most all wore helmets with wrap around jaw protection with face shields.
Bicyclists normally wore coordinated outfits- not ragtag shorts and T-shirts like David, Mike and Roger. Saw more of what we would call mountain bikes ...
... attractions armed with duck down jackets and scarfs.
First stop is Madonna del Sasso (Madonna of the rock), a church built after an appearance of Mary on the rock in 1480. Expecting a small chapel we are amazed to find at the top of the cog train a fortress style cathedral clinging precariously to the overhang above Locarno and ignoring all building codes. Stripping OFF the scarfs and jackets we wander around in the sun looking at an array of sculptures and ...
... houses. I ask an older couple, here on vacation and out on a stroll, and they explain, "many people from this region emigrated to America years ago. Now some of them are back on vacation, and they fly those flags to show their dual identity" This couple also suggested I try a pasta dish that this area is famous for--and point me in the direction of a reasonably priced restaurant...where I decide to do it cheap and get a carry out pizza ...
... to see the town a bit more. Then I follow a road which I assume will take me up the gorge, when it takes a turn in the wrong direction, I assume it's just a switchback, and I opt for a shortcut straight up the mountainside. I climb higher... higher... higher... but the road doesn't reappear. I gaze back down into the valley far, far below, dreading the inevitable: I'm going to just have to turn around and go back down again. There are some ...