Monday (30/9) morning awoke dull and cloudy with the threat of more rain. It was a finely-timed operation but we managed to drop off the girls and the luggage at the station, return and pay for the hire car and still get back to the station in time to catch the 9:40 for Milan.
And boy, wasn't it a flash train! Turns out it wasn't a regional train like the one we caught to get to Stresa. This was a Euro City coming from Switzerland. And with traditional Swiss efficiency, the conductor wanted to see our reservations. What reservations, we politely replied. This is a typical Italian... regional... err....
Seventy-two euro later we are sitting in the first class seats that are bottoms have grown accustomed to. And you do tend to get a better class of foreigner in these carriages. Unless there is a group of Americans in the carriage.
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