I'm tire tonight driving all over the hills around Como going and coming from work a 1.5 hour drive each way each day.
Piccies for you:
Palace Hotel
I always stay here.
My room, decour is mid '40s Italian Contemporary.
Como fogged in; it's winter you know.
Some gold street jonnie harassing some Italian byrd.
The cathedral where all of the dumb people go to pray for more toys, and say screw the poor.
A cool bike; but don't say cool because it sounds like 'culo' the Italian word for ass.
The temple of Count Volta, you know the bloke that invented the battery in the 18th Century.
A private bank where all of the rich people hide their money, because it really is a Swiss Bank.
I'm lumbered,
nite nite,
D.
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