Visited the three islands by ferry to check out the gardens. Started off well by getting on the wrong ferry so the well planned itinerary that the bloke wrote out went out the window.
Isola Bella is the one with the over the top gardens that could have been designed by Molly Meldrum if Demitriou let him loose in the garden at his joint near Como.
We then went to the isle of the fishermen. It had a fancier name (it always sounds better in lingua franca, or in this case lingo dago) similar to Isola Superore del Peschatore, but I'd be kidding myself if I assumed that that was the correct spelling.
We consumed some mediocre meals that had been prepared with distaste in a microwave. Anne photographed the school children (because you still can in this country) who were having lunch, drinking beer and smoking. A good excursion, if truth be known.
We then cruised on to the last venue, Isola Madre. While the palazzo was not as grand as that one on Isola Bella, the botanical garden was brilliant. There were several art installations, of which the boulevard of canines was the most pleasing.
We returned home; worn out, but satisfied in the knowledge that we had captured the true spirit of the islands, in the baseball cap and tea towels that were purchased.
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