Saturday (28/9) night saw fireworks in Stresa and then an encore by the gods throughout the night. Thunder and lightning and torrential rain that continued for much of the night.
You couldn't see the lake for the mist. A little rain didn't deter us from venturing north to Domodossola. We found that a marathon (of sorts) was in progress and the finish line was located close to the café where we took coffee.
We then headed east, up the Melezza Valley towards Locarno. The road is adjacent to the line for the Lago Maggiore Express, a train that runs between the two towns. The road is also narrow with very steep drops at times. Fortunately, the prayers of all on board were heard by The Big Driver and He got us safely across to Locarno.
It is quite a large city with a wonderful situation at the north end of the lake. We found a car park and wandered back to a traditional Swiss Italian restaurant where our hunger was sated.
After sharing a pizza, our individual troughs were filled with pollo cordon bleu, frites and Brussels sprouts (Tony et moi), osso buco and saffron rice (Eva) and spaghetti vongole(clams)(Anne). We all waddled out for a lakeside walk to help settle the tucker.
Back in the Fiat and we headed for home. The return trip took us along the western shoreline via Cannobio and Verbania. Numerous private lifts were seen beside the lake side of the road. These obviously gave access to the houses that clung to the cliff face that were below the roadway and not obvious at all. Italy is a land of contrasts.
The closer we neared Baveno, the heavier the rain fell. The girls took the clothes to the laundry and I drove Tony to the liquor store. All was right with the world.
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