Once down again we walked as far as an inviting-looking restaurant, where we sampled the delicious, but very boney fish from the lake - described as a white trout. it was just so 'nose runningly' cold that our only option was to retreat to the cosy warm car and see how far we could travel around the lake before it was time to turn back and head for the airport. Luckily, we managed to find a shop selling maps for this last part of our journey. Everything next to the lake brought a tingle of joy and excitement. Who would have thought that such sights would have instigated such emotion. The journey was punctuated by freezing stops just long enough to jump out of the car, take a snap and jump back in again before becoming completely 'frozen to the marrow'. Our last view was the best , the nirvana of the whole trip, the wonderful sight of snow covered Alps in the distance bathed in the warming glow of a setting Italian sun...
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