Travels Through Lake Garda, Italy

“Your bill sir,” the waiter whispered with a gentle murmur of broken English. He spoke with a smile. He either expected a tip or had just broken wind. The consequences of the latter were too grim to bear so I settled up quickly and retreated to the waterfront. Lake Garda glistened in the moonlight, perfectly […]

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