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Lake Maggiore - Hey...it's Mr. Speedo!

Tom Daley's got Nothing to Worry About Here!

sunny 84 °F

And finally the sun shines

...the lake is like a mill pond, grass is green, sunloungers white, towels large, fluffy and yellow

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and the bar has ice...oh, it's all going perfectly now.

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This is a rather fab hotel...you can tell; the sparrows (how I miss sparrows back in Suffolk; I blame the raptors) eat croissant not Mother's Pride white sliced, Louis Vuitton bags reserve sun loungers and (if I could smell) there would be a waft of Hermes/Chanel around the pool. There is a light breeze and I spy (funny how that word keeps cropping up) Italians with tiny bikinis and a book (which they never read because they are too busy chatting), Brits dowloading the Daily Telegraph onto ipads, and then there's the French. How come wealthy French ladies never look anything other than cool, uncrumpled and gorgeous? I swear no lakeside umbrella would dare up-end itself around a chic Parisienne. Then there are the Germans with bling earrings and full body tattoos - men and women! Oscar for entertainment, however, goes to the Italian wearing minuscule white Speedos, a Captain's hat (if he's Captain of anything I'll eat my Prada sunglasses), and reading a comic book...what the heck's that all about? And when will men wise-up and realise the only bodies that should be seen in Speedos are Olympic divers?

There are no flies in the ointment apart from clouds of minuscule white ones, which don't appear to bite but make me relieved I didn't have my delicate little nasal hairs removed along with the coiffuring of eyebrows. (Yes...nasal hair removal hurts like nothing on God's earth; you need to be feeling 100% brave to withstand the agony.)

The closer we get to brunch the bigger the arriving boats. Boats_Maggiore.jpg

Always good for a laugh this; try and look cool whilst mooring and you are guaranteed to make a total Horlicks of it. And if you throw a dog into the mix...well, it's pure poetry. Funny how "stupid b***y dog" sounds the same in any language isn't it! (My other half and I realised many years ago, whilst living in the South of France, that owning a boat and a sense of humour have to go hand-in-hand.) The finest specimen on show at Eden Rock is a drool-making 60+ft Riva complete with shiny headed Capitain [sic] in pristine white polo shirt. N.B. to white Speedo man....he isn't wearing a 'Captain' cap.

And all this lazing with a cold glass of Prosecco, this month's glossy magazines and a clear blue sky. Church bells - it is Sunday after all - ring out in the surrounding hills (4pm is especially tuneful). Even the ducks are happy.

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Where does time fly away to on days like this?

Posted by haveyoubeenyet 12.09.2012 03:22 Archived in Switzerland Tagged churches boats captain lake_ hotel_eden_roc lake_maggiore speedos

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