Hot. Hotter than yesterday. Hottest? We'll see!
Early start to arrive at Verbania Intra's grand Saturday market before there's no longer any place to park the car nor any space to move among the tourist crowds.
Trouble with being the first one down the mulattiera on a summer's morning is that you catch all the cobwebs that were strung across it in the night, and you get the feeling that hundreds of night-shift garden spiders are glaring at you, plotting eight-legged revenge.
At the bottom of the hill I felt festooned like Miss Havisham's wedding banquet. It was an incongruous image to spring to mind amid the fresh mists of an early July day with a view of Lago Maggiore...
The mountains & the lake, people & places, children & chickens, frescoes & felines, barbera & books.
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Saturday 10 July 2010
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Saturday 10 July 2010
Early start
Hot. Hotter than yesterday. Hottest? We'll see!
Early start to arrive at Verbania Intra's grand Saturday market before there's no longer any place to park the car nor any space to move among the tourist crowds.
Trouble with being the first one down the mulattiera on a summer's morning is that you catch all the cobwebs that were strung across it in the night, and you get the feeling that hundreds of night-shift garden spiders are glaring at you, plotting eight-legged revenge.
At the bottom of the hill I felt festooned like Miss Havisham's wedding banquet. It was an incongruous image to spring to mind amid the fresh mists of an early July day with a view of Lago Maggiore...
Early start to arrive at Verbania Intra's grand Saturday market before there's no longer any place to park the car nor any space to move among the tourist crowds.
Trouble with being the first one down the mulattiera on a summer's morning is that you catch all the cobwebs that were strung across it in the night, and you get the feeling that hundreds of night-shift garden spiders are glaring at you, plotting eight-legged revenge.
At the bottom of the hill I felt festooned like Miss Havisham's wedding banquet. It was an incongruous image to spring to mind amid the fresh mists of an early July day with a view of Lago Maggiore...
4 comments:
- Karin said...
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What a picture! I can just feel those strands skimming my face, ewwww!
- Sunday, 11 July, 2010
- Christine Gram said...
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I love your description of walking through spider webs. I have a feeling I'll be coming here often in the coming months to soothe my homesickness.
- Sunday, 11 July, 2010
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Makes you panic wondering if all those 8 legged monsters are also caught up in your hair! Enjoy your shopping day.
- Sunday, 11 July, 2010
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Wow Louise, your description is amazing. We are all melting here in Italy!
- Sunday, 11 July, 2010
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What a picture! I can just feel those strands skimming my face, ewwww!
I love your description of walking through spider webs. I have a feeling I'll be coming here often in the coming months to soothe my homesickness.
Makes you panic wondering if all those 8 legged monsters are also caught up in your hair! Enjoy your shopping day.
Wow Louise, your description is amazing. We are all melting here in Italy!
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