Switzerland has some of the most beautiful lakes in the world. We stopped at two on our way home from Italy. This was taken from a restaurant overlooking Lake Lugano. Good food and the perfect view. There is something lovely about snow capped mountains in the background on a glorious blue day.
It really is lovely. Lugano is close to the border and is an Italian speaking town. I love this part of Switzerland. So sunny and (comparatively) warm.
A palm tree is a little unexpected.
The other lake we stopped at may be even more beautiful. Lake Luzern. It is a postcard.
Spring is here and there were a lot of people out by the lake enjoying the glorious weather. I am definitely happy that winter is over. Bring on the sun.
Sirmione is at the tip of a peninsula that juts out into Lake Garda. At the very tip we headed to the Roman ruins.
This castle had military importance in days gone by because of its strategic position at the southern end of the lake. It is worth a visit for the views from the top alone.
And I especially loved the finish on the torretta (or turrets).
From the top of the castle you can see other borders of its walls which would have enclosed a small village. Now there are many shops and restaurants here.
There are also small areas of beach, but even on such a nice day the water was too cold for us!
The lake is incredibly clear. It was so clean and inviting.
We walked along the lake and then followed some of the small streets back through the village. There was a vintage car rally in progress and I definitely would have liked to bring the red one home as a souvenir.
We had originally planned to head to Slovenia on this trip and drive home via Austria but we were all feeling like a bit of quiet time so we changed plans and headed west to Lake Garda. It is the largest lake in Italy and the perfect spot for a family holiday.
We stayed at Sirmione on the southern tip of the lake and as it was out of season we got upgraded to a two-bedroom apartment with lake views. Perfect. I loved these trees. They reminded me of those little troll dolls (with the hair that stood straight up) you used to get at the Ekka.
We did a lot of walking and Claudia scootered everywhere.
It was so lovely by the lake.
And at the dock.
Just a short post today. I am feeling a bit unwell with a cold.
And as it is ANZAC Day in Australia I am thinking of all the men who have fought for our country over the years – Lest we Forget x
We stopped into Bologna on our way to Venice to go to the Ducati museum. This is as far as we got. Apparently you need to make a reservation at least a week in advance to stand a chance of getting in there. Who would have thought it would be so hard on a weekday?
So off to Venice we went. Some people love Venice, some people don’t. I could take it or leave it. Admittedly we were only there for a day. There are lots of places away from the main tourist area that looked like they would be interesting to explore if we had more time.
Some of the buildings have beautiful patinas from years of water damage.
Urs noticed something very interesting. I was wearing a stripey shirt so could possibly pass for a gondalier…
Come on guys, I could get a boater hat… Most of them didn’t look that happy anyway.
Nor did these ladies who grunted out “no free photos” at everyone passing by. I think they could have at least smiled for their paying customers….
There is a lot of renovation work going on in the main piazza but the buildings are beautiful nonetheless.
Our main fun of the day was impersonating gondaliers and tour group leaders (most of the real ones had bright coloured umbrellas they were holding up in the air). It was just one of those days when the pushing and shoving of the crowds made us all a little silly.
For me the most interesting part of Venice was watching the non-tourist boats go about their daily business of getting around town via water. I wondered what life must be like to live in a place that is constantly flooded with tourists.
The Ponte Vecchio – the most famous of the bridges that goes across the River Arno in Florence. This Ponte is famous for the cluster of shops that lines the walkway – mainly jewellery and souvenirs. My travel tip – don’t buy anything here. You can get everything at a much cheaper price in other parts of Florence. We stayed in one of the buildings just to the left of the bridge. It was an excellent location – so close to everything including a tardis-like supermarket that looked tiny from the outside but opened up to a veritable trove of everything you could possibly need for a gourmet picnic. And at a very good price.
You can get some great photos from Ponte Vecchio but go early in the morning because it quickly fills with swarms of people and stays like that for most of the day and into the evening.
The view from Ponte Vecchio. If you want to get into the Uffizi Gallery you basically have to camp there overnight. The line was miles long even early in the morning. We decided to wander around Florence instead.
We saw a copy of Michelangelo’s famous Statue of David in front of the Palazzo Vecchio. And a bronze copy at Piazzale Michelangelo – I didn’t get a photo from up there as we stumbled across it by accident when we were driving around
lost looking for our hotel but would highly recommend a visit. It is situated on a hill with an amazing view of the city. It would be magical up there at sunset. The real Statue of David is housed in the Accademia Gallery.
Claudia was quick to recognise this statue of Poseidon – from reading the Percy Jackson series of books.
We also took a stroll to the Piazza Santa Maria Novella – it was being renovated last time I was in Florence so it was good to see it mostly finished now. Many of these exhibits have an entrance fee so if you travel on a tight budget like we do it is best to choose the ones you desperately want to see and just view the others from outside where you can still appreciate the gorgeous architecture.
I snapped these pizza delivery bicycles in a hurry while we were tailing a tour group. One of the things we have discovered on our travels is that if we want to find something quickly we just attach ourselves to the end of a tour group and they usually lead us in the right direction. There are many many tour groups at all the major sights in Europe and by the time we got to Venice (our next stop) we had formed one of our own just for a bit of fun……
In the middle of Tuscany is a city that is special to us. Those of you who have known us for a long time know that we met here in Florence. What were the odds? We came back to Florence to show our daughter the city where we met and to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary.
It was raining in Florence last time we were here and umbrella sales were flourishing this time too!
The magnificent Santa Maria del Fiore (Our Lady of the Flower) or as it is commonly known Il Duomo. This is perhaps one of the most recognisable cathedrals in the world. And in person it is breathtaking.
See the people standing at the top – they deserve a mention because they struggled up 463 steps in a small circular staircase to get there.
We also struggled up the steps and I can vouch that it was hard work. It is totally possible that I said “are we there yet?” a hundred or so times on the way up.
And then saw this. Everyone stopped and stared in wonder at the fresco on the ceiling of the duomo. I studied a bit of art history at school and university so for me there was some background but even without having that it is mindblowing – I can’t think of a better word. This ceiling is higher than you can imagine and trying to work out the logisitics of how it was physically painted (without even taking into consideration getting the proportion and scale correct) makes you truly appreciate what a masterpiece this is.
The beautiful city of Florence. I love everything about it. Ok maybe not the beggers in the piazza (who can apparently afford mobile phones). The architecture and art are incredible. The people are welcoming – I am especially thinking of Ryana our vivacious hotel host and Franco the friendly waiter. The food was simple and delicious….
The scooter filled streets. The colours, the light.
And the crazy photo of us taken by our daughter (she has a lot of me in her :)). Who would have thought we would be back here with her almost 14 years after we met? Love those two xx
It wouldn’t be a complete trip to Tuscany without a visit to Pisa to take a cheesy snapshot holding up the Leaning Tower. At least not if you are nine years old 🙂
We didn’t have a map and our GPS was having a bad day so we used our time-tested method of driving around hoping we were going in the right direction, seeing a sign with a tower on it, and the navigator (that would be me in this case) yelling out “quick, take a right, I think I see something.” Yes, we live on the edge. Let’s not even talk about how we managed to find somewhere to park the car. Trust me, it was nothing short of a miracle.
Pisa is a busy little place, especially near the Leaning Tower. The line to climb to the top was long. Very very long. “Yeah, it looks fine from down here. Anyone want to wait in line for a few hours? No? Good”.
There it is. The Tower that leans. Claudia gave us a quick history of it – how does she know this stuff?
Tower straightened by knowledgeable child. Smart and strong – what a winning combination!
I am not your conventional traveller. I take photos of other people taking cheesy photos. Because that is how I see the world. Because that is how I will remember Pisa. Hundreds of people standing on posts, or lying on the ground with their feet in the air, or with their arms up (often with a grimace on their face) to get a good shot of them ‘holding up’ the Tower. So funny.
Have a fantastic weekend!
Happy birthday Robyn, mwah xxx love you xxx
Taking the boat was so worthwhile not only for the amazing views but to hear the crew calling out the names of the villages with their melodic Italian accents. It is no secret that I could happily sit and listen to Italian all day.
We only caught glimpses of Corniligia as the boat is not able to stop there.
But we were told by the crew of the boat that it would take 365 steps to get from the beach to the village – one for every day of the year.
Manarola then quickly comes into view.
Getting on and off the boat is also a bit of fun. The gangplank rolls around while you are walking on it and it feels a little like going across a suspension bridge that is swinging from side to side.
There is a tiny path through and alongside the rocks to negotiate to get to the village.
So many pretty streets to wander around in Manarola.
This street is part of the hiking trail – the red and white stripes point you in the right direction.
A hillside nativity -the figures are huge.
Looking down towards Manarola from a nearby hill. There were a few daredevils doing cliff jumps from the rocks in the centre of the picture. One guy had a pair of flesh-coloured swimming trunks on…. so wrong on so many levels. He was happily parading around in them afterwards. There is a reason we love boardshorts in Australia!!
I love this photo – it is so Italian. Bicycle casually thrown on a hedge. Oh, right where was I?
Monterosso. The most northern village in Cinque Terre. It is the most resort-like village and a good spot for families. We spent quite a while here feeding our craving for the ocean and some beach. The beach is quite rocky (not soft white sand like we are used to in Australia) but an amazing setting.
Claudia would have happily spent all her time here.
We all climbed to the top of this rock. Some more (ahem) gracefully than others.
Most people sat on the promenade under stripey umbrellas and ate gelato or drank coffee. I was inhaling the ocean….
We took the boat from Monterosso to the the next village, Vernazza.
Vernazza was the worst damaged in the 2011 floods. Some of the photos we saw in a local shop were horrendous. Down these little alleyways you can buy large slices of pizza that are inexpensive and delicious.
It was such a gorgeous day that most people were sitting on the dock enjoying the sunshine.
And some just couldn’t resist the lure of the rocks.
Part 3 tomorrow…