A little love of Lake Como

There is a reason the stars own homes and holiday at Lake Como, it is gorgeous. Only having a day to spend, we arrived by train from Milan and made the short walk down the hill to the gorgeous little town of Varenna. Our plan was actually to go across Bellagio but the ferry times meant we had to wait.

It was early, and very little was open when we arrived. There was not a tourist in sight, the narrow streets were empty save the locals carrying a newspaper and coffee or the shop workers setting up for the day. I am glad we were there at this time as we got to see a slice of serenity before the day trippers descended.

The town itself is full of colourful stucco homes and is dominated by the towering spire of the church. The day was shaping up to be a hot one and the moisture from the lake cast a soft filter over the dominating mountains either side. I am not sure what it would be like to be here in the winter, but spending the summer lazing by the banks would be heaven for most.

The lake was calm at this time in the morning and all of the elements worked together for some lovely compositions. The colour of the buildings, the layered silhouettes of the mountains, the reflections of the water and the atmosphere from the humidity that hung in the air. A very enjoyable shooting time indeed.

In many popular tourist areas, the locals can get somewhat annoyed by the constant pressures of the thousands upon thousands that flock to their homes. At this time of the morning though, the locals seemed relaxed, perhaps conserving energy for the throng when it comes.

Even the shopkeepers were friendly and accomodating. During this early time of day, it felt like we were not the average tourists but a curiosity, unexpected guests. This was the last day of our Honeymoon, what a place to end it and start the rest of our lives.

Since these days walking hand in hand through Italy, a lot has happened, with the biggest being the birth of our daughter. She was born almost a year after our honeymoon, the day before our wedding anniversary. It means that it is going to be some time before we can celebrate our anniversary just the two of us, instead it'll be just the three of us. I don't mind that at all.

One day, we will take the early train, travel down the hill to Varenna and walk the quiet morning streets all over. Then however, we won't be hand in hand with each other, we will be separated by the little hands we hold between. The hands that will forever connect us.

When the ferry came, the conductor shouted 'Bellagio! Bellagio! Only Bellagio!' And we stepped away from Varenna. Remember @momone?

Taraz
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