All evidences prove it, this is actually Italy, or, if it’s not, this is a cinematographic set ready for a stereotyped Italian movie...

Strolling around over the historical centre of Pallanza we entered a private courtyard, attracted by the mermaids’ song, in this case the loud sound of a hidden radio, the vibrating colours, the sun, and laundry fluttering over balconies.

The sun didn’t look like an October one, all was unusually desert anyway.

We hoped to meet someone to ask for a good restaurant...