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Geneva - Diario di Bordo

BACK IN SWITZERLAND, even if it is the flat French part.

We took a train from Rovereto, going across northern Italy and then up through Domodossola, Brig, Sierre on to Nyon. This last bit I mention is in beautiful Switzerland, it was nice to be home. Plus: that moment when you transfer from an Italian to a Swiss train, joy.

And then Gio went and got married so that was a good time. In a castle. In France. So grand.

 

 

 

Chateau de Coudré

Geneva is what it is: it is pretty and worth a view, but as Swiss cities go it is not all that. The Lac Leman is attractive of course, as lakes tend to be when nestled in the alps. It was nice to be back, after 10+ years, walking through the old city and visiting St Peter's Cathedral. Birthplace of Calvinism. No fun to be had beyond this point.

And of course my reunion with my favourite Simona in the whole wide world.

Rovereto - Diario di Bordo

FOOD! Everywhere and all the time.

I have the fortune of having a mother in law smack in the historic downtown of this lovely town, so my time is mainly pedestrian and everything is at my fingertips. Though don't be fooled by that "everything", it's not a big place.

It offers enough to keep us a few days though - the coffee is not the full on Italian glory but it is better than most. The pastries deserve merit - la bionda in particular. And one can buy underwear in sets - huzzah.

There are now vineyards everywhere in Trentino: every free bit of land is covered in vines, no matter how small the space. I tried some new reds: marzemino, teroldego, lagrein, and a fascinating local-only new grape made from marrying Merlot with Lagrein. A Trentino GMO grape making for a good red wine.

Verona - Diario di Bordo

And in Verona I got my pizza fix. Though to be honest I was underwhelmed.

But Verona remains a lovely city, with the most effective public parking I have seen anywhere in a long time.

Lunch in Piazza Brà - maximum touristy, I know, possibly accounting for my mediocre pizza - and a walk down Via Mazzini to Via Cappello, with the obligatory stop at Juliette's fake balcony. Back up to Piazza delle Erbe where we bought cigars and a straw hat for me, strolling through Corso Borsari, back to Piazza Brà.

Piazza Brà is everywhere

Piazza Brà Pano

Via Giuseppe Mazzini

A vintage Bally poster

I can has a hat

Riva del Garda - Diario di Bordo

So.Windy.

And so much like Lugano or a Swiss lake town. So welcome home.

I got my spritz - when in Rome and all that jazz. Dancing in the square - you're welcome Riva for teaching you the Electric Slide - and singing in the Square - Lasciatemi Cantare, after all.

2 Brizis, 2 Gebhardts, associated partners, and dinner at Mamma Lucia's complete with in depth examination of all Chinese statuary.

Trento - Diario di Bordo

Arrived in Trentino, where the weather is fairer and the sun says hello.

An afternoon in Trento allowed my first Italian ice cream in a couple of years, and I shall dream of the joyous moment for months to come. Classico: cono stracciatella e cioccolato fondente. You just can not go wrong.

The city was vibrant with the Festival dell'Economia and brightly painted pianos placed throughout town being played by children and teenagers.

Bretagne - Diario di Bordo

The tip of the world - or a world anyway.

The weather is much like the UK, with a strong humid wind from the ocean. The architecture in the villages we visited looks medieval to an Italian eye, but in fact is from the Renaissance period.

We went to a wedding. In a castle. With no heating.

And danced Bretons dances.