Berlin. Another country with a funny language. Why are we going there?
Prague. Middle of nowhere. Buildings so old that Hitler couldn't be bothered bombing them.
Vienna. Chocolate cake and cream. Now you're talking. Dancing white horses too, I'm told.
Innsbruck. Stopover on a roundabout route to Venice.
Venice. The Amsterdam of the south. Narrow canals, gondolas, foreign tourists.
Baveno. On the shores of Lago Magiorre. Ferries to the Borromean Islands.
Milan. The Duomo. The shops. The Gypsies. Why'd we come here?
