Milano to Geneve
Woke slowly after the sleep of the dead. The breakfast was wonderful and swept all before it.
A quick meditation in the very wet park after the real downpour which occurred for most of the night and then back into the grandest station in Italy with it’s huge and very significant portico. Sush spleandour . We are on the train now with power to the seats so can write the blog before experiencing it. Yay…let’s imagine hopping off in Premosello here and with magically empty bici zoomin up the wonderful lowering mountains beside us with their streams of last nights rain still pouring down…..wreathed by clouds like Mantegna’s babes with the sun peeping through the little blue holes above…….
A very helpful pink line drawn by an equally helpful Tourist bureau person has enabled the cycle path to the stadium and our fancy and (last available hotel bed ) to be reached in record time. And then the most expensive Italian food ever ...time to break out the thermarests we reckon.....the mountains round here are staggeringly beautiful and large......
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