Going to Gandria on a Gondola

Getting on the boat - it wasn't really a gondola, I got carried away by the possibility of poetry, and I'm sorry.


Water, like fire, offers a non-repeatable pattern that mesmerizes us. This is probably why television news always lead with a house fire if they've go the footage -- everything else is visually predictable to our retina.



As we pulled closer to this quaint medieval town hugging the lake shore in the mist...


We saw someone's very nice summer home -- but going shopping must be hell.


Can you imagine, fishing for dinner out your front window? Kayaking to work? We, of course, could imagine it -- but no one we met actually does these things, apparently.


Aquaduct? Highway system? Tourist trap? It's so hard to tell these days. (Pretty, though!)


Getting close to landing at the dock...


Swiss Family Schuchardt on dry land at last...


It was a beautiful, calm, cold, melancholy day, the town felt deserted in the middle of winter, and it ended with our eating appetizers at an overpriced restaurant (the only one open) just to warm up, and then missing the last boat and having to pay 100 francs to get home by taxi -- so we suddenly discovered the hidden cost of living amidst medieval charm on the lakeside, alrighty. But still and all, we'll go again when the weather's nicer.